I witnessed a grove of pallid idiots

Mocking a dark Nubian dream

Possessing tearful honest eyes

If happy, one could gaze endlessly

Life-affirming glow upon her blessed skin

You know no beauty, to morons I screamed

Her look is authentically Godly and pure

Her hands are as well meaning as dawn

Nubian angel smiled friendship to me

We are dubbed perfect by each other

Cruel ones be cursed – askewed bad eyes