She is shining
She is glittering
Whenever she goes
To whomever she meets.
She is flying with her wings,
wings of light, of gold.
And with angles of light shining in her eyes.
Naive eyes and a shy face.
She is beautiful, she is great;
But a flower is even ignored in the dust.
The dust of this town, of this life.
But you will not be cut with a dirty knife.
No one looks at you
The way I do, I admire you!
Because for me, you are not nasty,
you are just a flower in the dust.
Ahmed Abouleed Ali Zaid