Appearance Trade Poem by Sir Tshiamo Modise

Appearance Trade



Her smile mined, well cut and polished diamonds out their pockets
She always awarded her heart before earning theirs’ first
It may peradventure be because they had none, as they were puppets
Dangling on strings held by lust

Buttering her heart for diamonds
Left her heartless
Being careless
Left her a rock less precious than diamonds

Appearance trade
Rarely parts with you unpaid

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Sir Tshiamo Modise

Sir Tshiamo Modise

Johannesburg
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