The Pearl

Strung into a necklace,
Or fastened in a ring,
The pearl is always shining;
Her beauty seems to sing.

She’s elegant and glamorous;
She’s innocent and pure.
She radiates true elegance
And has a bright allure.

Her surface has been polished
And doctored to a glow.
Yet this beauty is blinding,
And shields what lies below.

She’s always been a trinket,
A decoration on display.
It’s predestined that her color,
Will never fade to gray.

The pearl has known no freedom;
She’s always been restrained.
Her beauty has been bound by gold;
Her shine has been constrained.

And so the pearl grows weary,
From all that she must be.
She longs to break her golden chains,
And taste her liberty.