she moves!

every morning waking up,
catching gossip at its worst,
people fall in silences at her presence,
but she stil saw the fake smiles on their faces,
she walks through them in fear,
cause their aim is to make her heart tear,
though the words are so old,
the poor thing feels so old,
wondering why the world is so cold,
her heart pumping,thinking of  facing them,
so she could end their evil judgements, but hey, they are not worth her statement!
so she smiles sardonically
nodding her head mockingly!
criticizing her dressings through murmurs,
saying poor mama,she once thought she had a daughter just like her mama!


                                   composed by

                                                        talia jones