What My Gold Gets

By Daahaf Hewalk

I'm a son of the patriarchy world

Who loves to taint with my gold

In the sun it melts, well, not odd

However, not in the right amount to pour onto my faults

To teach what evil these have called

But darker and darker as it melts

This is what my gold gets

I'm a daughter of the quirky world

Who loves to paint with my gold

In the moon it shines, shows me my face

But if I see my eyes, I can't see my lips

Funny how a bit of it hangs from my dress

I can almost replace it with the oceanside sunsets

But brighter and brighter as it melts

This is what my gold gets

I'm a person of the world

With a dream of living free when I get old

Looks gold from the life that I have on the roll

And with a desire of having a farm in Paris

Dropped a golden amulet from a boat in Venice

Told someone for what I get envied

That lighter and lighter as time passes

This is what my gold gets

I'd just be a body

Floating in the blue sea

By Daahaf Hewalk