You forget your manners at tea,
Gulp an extra sip, laugh loudly;
Too simple a soul to be called elite,
Yet they call you sophisticated and sweet.
You laugh from your gut, joke around a lot,
In place of a subtle smile that appears taught.
You’re utterly free with your mind and body
Yet they call you pure, they call you refined.
Day after day, I watched you hawk-eyed,
To decipher why the world took your side.
Barriers? They don’t mar you,
Spite? Insufficient to scar you;
Sorrow you thaw,
Embrace humanity’s flaw.
It all fit, as the realisation hit :
It’s my ideas, not your being
That need Polish: a new way of seeing
Your wondrous life led by your own unique law
Leaving all whom you touch to gasp in awe!