Poetry // a Bright Diamond

A BRIGHT DIAMONDI thought and thoughtAbout how I would weave him into a poemBut dear Lord he’s too crass for poetryI would dream of tall, dark and handsomeOf panache and smooth elegant flirtingAnd Lord sent me tall, dark and handsomeOf the roughest, brashest qualityTskBut underneath the cloakHis soft gentle heart lay hiddenHe was a rough diamondOne in need of refinementAin’t nobody tell me it ain’t easy polishing a diamondI cut myself to piecesAnd the diamond caught me in its sparkle
-----Inez Anigbogu