To non she was made
Exclusively unpredictable
beauty named of an apple
An eye roller with need of no penny
a circle within another

Men worship her body
Her tongue cut across men's hearts
She offered no resistance
since she called for no attraction
Yes she swindled young and old
Vapourised their minds with illusions.

Preachers took her for an abomination
women wished her dead
for their men had lost the way  
Her body was a temple of justice
judged men's feelings
to the men whose pockets had paper
She wore beyond dollars
Living in a coloured world of blacks
They all rated her next
For impatiently booked
Her legacy dailed no number
Numbers dailed in her favour
for she was next to non in....