The Herbal Girl
Photographer shot her, framed her
And hung her on a wall
A definite wall
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She belonged.
The herbal girl I knew
Dress ankle length, blouse long sleeved
Hair always kempt, natural scent her way
Manipulation left and right
Everything was her right
The spirit of comradeship
The antennae of relationship
Double dealing and sponsorships on weekends
Democratic Party she relished
Life was proportional to her mind width
Pressures of life no more
Church and night clubs she claimed all
Her dress her choice, her make ups her artificial colour
Liberal party was her life
Dozens of men she kept close
Wisdom and counsel at bay
Short cuts become long cuts
When the painful truth surfaces
One of her many men his wife stalked her
Long cuts and deep wounds she sustained
Death was beckoning her but for a passers-by intervention
The one many man like a photographer after shooting her
Framed her and hung her on a wall
She was now the herbal girl
In a labour party
