Femme Fatale Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Femme Fatale



Femme fatale

She, a non-thorough-bred
Wears a skin of not-black,
Not-brown and of course
Is non-white…she is all.

And the lights

Key and fill and the rim
Dance on her caramels
She sells a false smile
A killer femme fatale…

Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sexy
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