Do not admire my butterfly form,
my red lips pomegranate blushed.
My Asian beauty beyond the norm,
that my fate has lightly brushed.
My soul with passion to adorn,
a will that love has never crushed.
For I was born not to abide,
within your cage of love or lust.
My soul will throw your 'love' aside,
my spirit's voice will not be hushed.
In your arms I'll not reside,
because my fate cannot be rushed.
For beyond my beauty that you see,
is my journey, my own spirit's flight.
Beyond your lust I must be free,
to soar away right out of sight.
Far beyond the bars your love would be,
lies the world wherein I would ignite.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC
Do not admire my butterfly form,
my red lips pomegranate blushed.
My Asian beauty beyond the norm,
that my fate has lightly brushed.
My soul with passion to adorn,
a will that love has never crushed.
For I was born not to abide,
within your cage of love or lust.
My soul will throw your 'love' aside,
my spirit's voice will not be hushed.
In your arms I'll not reside,
because my fate cannot be rushed.
For beyond my beauty that you see,
is my journey, my own spirit's flight.
Beyond your lust I must be free,
to soar away right out of sight.
Far beyond the bars your love would be,
lies the world wherein I would ignite.
There is more to Asian beauties than to settle for servitude as domestic slaves, or to sate the lust of rich foreigners.