Pre-treated in her subjective dimension
where good deeds ring like bell towers,
the stains on her spirit
mark avenues of change
used to remind us
of the price she pays
from her own pocket
to lift the rest of the world up
from its misery of circumstance.
Fishing for praise,
she says it takes time to answer
all of the pleas for magic that poverty
propels from hungry mouths.
(It’s almost like she’s an angel.)
it’s not a big deal;
she doesn’t mind doing it.
Brenda Warren 2013
Note: I didn’t use intrigue.