The
Afghan Girl by Heather
Westra
Wrapped in orange burqa from head to toe,
With rips and holes and unravelling seams,
You captured the world unknowingly with your stare.
Your green,
Pashtun eyes have haunted more pages
Than the experienced models in fashion magazines,
And your Mona Lisa smile has bewildered everyone
Who tries to reason what you’re thinking.
But no matter what the viewer finds
Each time they wonder at your troubled face
They sense a different feeling than the first.
Even women cannot reveal what’s behind the eyes
Is that fear I see, or confidence in your own
beauty?
I cannot tell.
No comments:
Post a Comment