Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.
Face so black, eyes green-blue, a warrior stood,
In forest, playing games, children not meek.
On the faces of cliffs roam, hide and seek,
Cowboys with guns, face arrows of wood.
Her hair is in braids, she’s taller and could,
Take out any boy; her face paint it streaks;
Black oil paints stain her pink dress as she seeks,
Unafraid, with bow ready, arrow’s wood —
Will strike at any movement and set fly,
Weapon which could hurt, but that’s life she sighs.
Hopes her arrow might hit a deer — dinner,
For a family she can’t feed, as a child.
Only a girl, no parents but she plays,
In this strange cowboys and Indian brave’s game.
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