The Herbal girl

The Herbal Girl

Photographer shot her, framed her

And hung her on a wall

A definite wall

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