Zariah Jefferson

Rarity is a hoax

In her eyes I see the most beautiful of bronze metals

Her skin layers of copper

A body meant for design

 

A white marble statue right by her side

Now their feet dance with a fluorescent glow

With diamonds at their heels and cracks on their back

As specks of pyrite form freckles on their faces

 

Some stones are dim

More fragile than others

Precious gems to be worn with pride

 

Every ounce of her being is glorious

A blood stream of rubies that blends with the bronze above

Creates a jeweled rainbow as common as the daily sunrise