All the same
By:Saccheen Laing
She walks with such familiarity as her freshly painted black and white nails frame her hips
Have I seen her before?
You quickly approach her as she turns and flashes eyebrows obviously on fleek
"Have I seen you before?"
She smiles and says I don't think so
Thinking long and hard you remember you see her everywhere you go
She isn't one of a kind she sways with the crowd
Face so neatly painted they demand your attention
After awhile you seek more as sweat pours and the polish as run its course
Is there more to her than what makes her blend in with the crowd?
You don't have to wonder if you have seen her before
As she slips in with those around her you become confused
Is it this one is it another?
How can you tell when they have become one
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