YRKB
10-28-2013, 04:42 PM
What of the girls of the Ijnu tribe
For whom in beauty once so prized;
Their Sandalwood skin,
their fulsome thighs -
Henna markings
between crescent eyes.
The small, stoic chests,
the button nose -
now plundered and pressed,
by surgeon's probes.
This Age's dawn sees an Ijnu girl
Far from her Mountainside home of lore;
Who covets no greater thing in the world,
Than the billboard's promise looming over the poor.
Where Milk-skinned girls:
Tall, slim and full-chested,
Rule this wild New World -
Where every thought is invested.
Auburn haired, light eyed,
Independant and chic -
Sometimes an Ijnu's very breath is pried
By one's passing on the street.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
For whom in beauty once so prized;
Their Sandalwood skin,
their fulsome thighs -
Henna markings
between crescent eyes.
The small, stoic chests,
the button nose -
now plundered and pressed,
by surgeon's probes.
This Age's dawn sees an Ijnu girl
Far from her Mountainside home of lore;
Who covets no greater thing in the world,
Than the billboard's promise looming over the poor.
Where Milk-skinned girls:
Tall, slim and full-chested,
Rule this wild New World -
Where every thought is invested.
Auburn haired, light eyed,
Independant and chic -
Sometimes an Ijnu's very breath is pried
By one's passing on the street.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown