How can a swan spit venom
or a flower bloom in bile.
You came into my life
With hatred for your fellow monkeys
Overflow from the hatred of yourselves.
What is this alchemy that seeds love
And love for one so toxic
And vile to all and specially herself.
You were a snake of which I was wary.
Before my eyes you changed to a crushed flower
Bruised, damaged, and displayed.
A smile at your page is redemption paid.
Why do we cage the beautiful,
The birds of feather sing well together.
Is that not true of monkey to.
Where is the feather on fellow man?
On his skin, his foot, his haired head?
Only in the soul do show true colors
Mine transfromed red and speaks of only love to you;
Stupid bitch that I hated