This day I caught eye of the mirror

It watched me dressing into a new apparel…

I did hear the laughter everywhere,

Although there was no one visible.

The laughter rose and rose aloud,

Until I felt my ears deaf.

Why did the mirror ridicule me?

What intuition did the mind carry?

Wasn’t what I dressed into today

A well knitted thought from...

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Shy Ann

Pale faced and nondescript

until you don the warpaint,

Dances with Wolves.

Wary of the white man

speaking with forked tongue.

Brave intentions,

you lead the war party

to the Big Horn.

Young Guns –

Beware

The Squaw

on the warpath.

Rattlesnake smile.

Hidden behind

the tribal colours.

A stri...

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