The naive smile on her face,
the shady soul she smoked away,
The big black eyes she had
along with all sweet deed she did.
The shroud of silence she wore
In her mind, deep were the plans kept,
the pride of black she adored
even when in white, she slept.
With a sweet smile she welcomed the world,
lay them on table and offer them supper.
As they fall asleep she will walk to her kettle,
pour half a cup water,
and half something from a bottle!
Scratches her long nail aside of drawers,
She drags her red gown to her guest,
Innocent, she looked no more,
stared at her feast
incapable of any protest.