Anyone Else

I the hateful woman struck him in his own beauty.
We both have gold blood. Everyone sees mine but is blind to his.
Is it because my gold blood shines through my fair skin?
Or is it because they refuse to see his.
I was the one he knew as gold. 
I could see unlike anyone else.
His beauty was within as much as without.
His beauty was hard to find but there indeed.
That's why I was there, to show him his beauty he didn't even know he had.  
And I struck him in his beauty.
  I acted as anyone else.