When Rareness Fades Poem by Noorie Ali

When her uniqueness changes
She will change faces like the good battling the enemy from the back spine
Sharp, Chaste and vivid.
Colourless floating in the sky’s with the
Black moon and pale features fighting
Stars that shone at her.
Weeping, in many rivers of hate.
Bloodless with pigments of red on her bones
I’m converting my face into many faces now
you will see, see me but I’ll stay anonymous
Making you choke on the words you used to doubt me on
Your criticism was shredding my lungs, until my smiles were soon to be frowns
I was the violin you played mow my strings are scattered and don’t make sense
You left me broken and burned on that bridge of hope and patience.
Now you will be ablaze a mere entity.
Without a sound.