She is rare, being in possession of great beauty
She hates the attention that beauty brings
She believes it can truly reveals things
The empty, bestial and vapid minds
The fecund, the mindless desire
They are attracted by instinct
Not a curated preference
It is a form of idolatry
She is beautiful, indeed
But they ignore who she is
And focus upon her beauty
Over and again, until exhaustion
Every time she is approached by an other
She sees in their eyes a desire to possess her
