The sun shines down upon this small village <br />The golden locks of wild grass on irrigated land <br />illuminated like an accentuated contemporary painting <br />Small adobe houses upon acres of land <br />spread out like poppy seeds upon a muffin <br />The small general store with bushels of food <br />is the place where everyone gathers <br />Secrets fly like birds heading south for the winter <br />Everyone is known and everything is known <br />A woman with the features of someone <br />who has already come of age walks up holding <br />a basket ready to be filled with essentials <br />walks up to the front of the general store <br />whispering sounds of the entrance of this enchanted beauty <br /> <br />'There is Ms. Vasquez... she is such a good daughter. <br />Her mother lays in bed with countless ailments and <br />she stays even though she has a bright life <br />hanging over her head.' <br /> <br />This type of sacrificial beauty never seen much <br />but still exists with in the heart of a village princess <br />Who smiles and walks around as if the world is the grandest place <br />Beauty sets upon her tanned face<br /><br />Theorem The Truth Serum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-village-princess/
