I saw her smile

Portrait by Michal Sielacz
Poem ‘I saw her smile’
by Monika Beata Francisco-Ribeiro
There is a girl… She never smiles…
Her skin is flawless and her lips are smooth
And yes, there is always a man by her side
He seems to adore her, she remains aloof…
Her man worships her and her flawless skin
And he loves to love her dependence on him
Yet, although she mastered the art of enticement
She needs a lot more men can give, or have…
So she drinks his life just to fill herself
Yet, the more she takes the emptier she gets
So now she provokes him to use and abuse her
Filling her emptiness with drama and pain…
She becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –
A slave of wrong touch, a slave of wrong words
She rejects all boundaries, and breaks all taboos
The world stars describing her as promiscuous
Soon, she disregards the way she was made
And begins to swing from a boy to a girl…
She reaches the place where even her face
No longer hides failure of her mother Eve…
Where her own mind starts tormenting her
Shouting “Your blood might be positive…!”
Desperate for answers she gives drops of it away
Then, waits for a piece of paper to decide her fate
And she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…
Negative! The paper says and again she breathes…
She is ready… to be one with a man of her own…
She is ready now to be with him, and to let him go…
To her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement
To him, she is not a toy, nor a sexy girlfriend
They are made from same and true spiritual soil…
She is ready now to be with him, or to let him go…
Although her desire is still shy and silent,
It is heard and is granted by the Most, Most High
They are drawn to one another
She becomes his wife…
She may look like same old her, but…
I saw her smile.
