A blotch on her skin can’t define her beauty
She’s not a daisy, but she’s an audacious rookie
Standing, sweating, detecting under a blazing sun
Running, chasing and slaying with her glock gun
Pigmentation ain’t a problem but crime in her society
Show them what she can do, so they can praise her loyalty
Mother is conscious how she can erase her scars
But she’s too busy putting criminals behind the bars
Pacing and glazing with her dark embedded marks
Trepidation, fear overcomes when her badge sparks
Not your type of maiden which you’re expecting
Busy with bundles of paperwork so, she’s neglecting
Cut on her brow can distract your measure  
She’s a beauty with a brain, a hopeful treasure