The hair of golden wheat fields
The eyes of burning emeralds
The thin, starved body of a beggar
The mind of gold
And the heart of a diamond

Her face may have been beautiful
Once
Now, it’s cold, hard with unresolved fury.

Her body, tall and thin,
Perhaps could a model make?
If she ever ate

Intelligence of a scholar
She only made it to ninth grade
But she was the brightest of her class

Her heart is made of Diamond
Cold, hard cut, impossible to mar
Hatred was the heat
Persecution was the mold

A flawless diamond was then created
It’s clear, yet the light distorted
So all images inside are hardly defined

Although this stone may not be marred
By such things as sticks and stones
Knifes or hammers
And other weapons
Although this may be

Diamonds can still burn