She was born a peculiar case,
A miraculous creation of a new vulnerable race.
Hair of night and skin of sand,
But startling beauty was not the issue at hand.

Born of a peculiar race was she,
With insights further than the wisest can see.
A gifted voice of reason and rhyme,
Completed with a soul as anceint as time

A miraculous creation and an awe abiding miracle.
A strong soul surpassing her biological obstacle.
Vulnerability comes with the placement of hearts.
Which is protected by ribs and fleshy parts.

She was born apart from you and me.
Her heart beat beneath her thinly knit sleeve.  
With ours hidden within, we can ignore
Feelings of love or feelings of sore.
With her's open for all to see,
She must live with her heart totally free.