Smile, it's beautiful! So innocent and naive.
An angel in training determined to achieve
Willing and able, but cautious in her plans
Wings of an angel soaring high to advance
Black and beautiful, careful not to touch
Even in her innocence, she still carries much
Words carefully chosen, respectfully and fluently brought
only words that are decent, were hidden in her thoughts
A throw of the hand when ears are not open
eyes roll to the side when ones words were not carefully spoken
A harnessed mouth open, words spilled and tossed
Poured into the air, like cayenne sauce
What? Attitude of an angel? No just boldly suggested
Wings clipped and tucked when faced and contested
Eyes still twinkling, from all the innocence within
Face from severely inflamed to a child-like grin
An ingenuous explanation when questioned about the world
Flying high above ignorance as just a baby girl
Destination planned and not ever dealing with mess
Life will play her fairly only giving her the best
Hand on her hip while she tells her whole story
The time has not come, but she still protest the glory
Mind so well spoken and never meaning to harm
Cutting straight to the chase casting a hurt felt charm
She's beautiful, young, innocent and very very nice
But a part of this spiritual being holds some Angelic Spice!
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