She Was Beautiful

I looked at her beautiful hair From at which all men and women did jealously stare, And then came a breeze, her hair it did tease Then her fragrance was temptation in the air. I then looked at her beautiful smile It could not ever bring forth guile, Her teeth did all glimmer, as they all did shimmer Which I believed could be seen for a mile. I then looked into her beautiful eyes They weren't just a gift they were a prize, In them I got lost, at my own cost They cold have never held any lies. I then looked at her beautiful fingernails They were polished and painted to great details, When I saw them I thought, what have they sought I bet they could tell many tales. I then looked at her beautiful body and face As if she was wearing the finest lace, She was indeed a piece of art, from which no eyes could depart Upon her, with beauty God did highly grace. I then heard her beautiful lips speak with joy and glee As though her lies were truth and honesty, She spoke of racism and hate, and how she judged others fate Now when when I see her, I only see ugly. Randy L. McClave