She is a formidable woman. The sweet-sexy ornament of the Humanities building. The male species look at her with vicious eyes and ensnaring thoughts. She is a Queen. She is the RED QUEEN. Always near on top but never at the top of any gambler's game that I know. She walks her walk; talks her talk. Smiles like an innocent but tempting and oozing with the eloquence of a learned. Be DAZZLED. Stick your jaw to the ground and let that saliva make its way to moisten the floor. But she never slips... Long have you seen her. The glasses deceive the fool. The tongue peppers the soul. The dress betrays the body. If you think that's her... it isn't. All is a sick cycle of prejudice, morality, aesthetics, education, and liberality. So many holes for reconsideration, reconstruction and reorganization of a closed mind. The brain is capsulated by the cranium. But the psyche roams uncharted.
