Albino Poem by Gert Strydom

Her red inflamed eyes looks bloody
against her pink white scabby face
and almost colourless white hair frizz on her head
with a vein beating nervously against her cheek.
The glance in her eyes goes almost everywhere
but still teeth gleam pearl white in her mouth
and on a old leather leading strap
an impudent dog jerks
as if it wants to jump right in front of my car,
as if it wants to escape from her and life
and where she is passing I hear her sing cheerfully
as if her body is not holding her back
and when I look past the surface
I see in her heart the great longing.