This candy paint city, sparkling in razor wire,
Cannot hold the eyes of any- because they see twice.
They see my nails, five dots that are not empty.
My fingers look like their house,
Loving eyes meet mine,
Flit down, and stay
With those chipping lavender and dirt walls,
Which so resemble their city,
Which scare these ancient people,
Who live, warm and forgiving.
People who do not know how to love me,
Because of those chipping dots,
And that scares them most
As they hustle through streets crumbling.