There once was a fleeting moment
She was visible, each, and every day
Her qualities ,even inequities, eloquence defined
In each, yes, every way.
Yet the words of her mother
Never strayed far away..
Whispered tales of these perfect, fleeting moments
One day….they shall go astray
Gasp! What now, appears?
Soft spoken, even some many say
The moral to this story is not a favor,
Ashamed! …That any man should say
A cruel destiny to all, born this way
Nights, she dreads! Her dreams, bet
Taking her back to those extraordinary days
And the words of her mother grow louder
I ask: “What doth you say?”
Her response took me back to that now long ago day
And she answered..
For the few that had those fleeting days..you have always been invisible, and thus shall you forever stay.
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