Lolita

They stop when she speak
Her eyes convince all who resist
The strengthened grow weak
Her voice declares the richest air
One ever could breathe
Her syllables their utterance
Would never deceive
Damned for the reservation
Speaking the word
When those who fall below
Have already heard
Her thoughts will swirl a graceless curl
Around every mind
Her lips confirm what she has learned
No sentence unkind
Her hands will hold in precious form
A book on her life
Her heart contains all that remains
To bless it goodnight
Damned for the reservation
Speaking the word
When those who live above
Have already heard