I wrote this poem for a character I was playing in my drama society, but I quite like so I’ve decided to share it. The name of the character was gold by the way, and she was exactly like how this poem sounds.
The click clack of my heels the resounding anthem of my country
one confident boss woman.
My eyes burn forward steely and hot
I do not look down and
no one dares stare me in the eye
for fear the heat transcending my body in waves
A walking hurricane
My fingers lie ironically lackadaisically beside me
fully aware of their ability to turn
chipped nails and scaly.
they are the finest pieces of art if you ever saw one.
the story of the woman who was not afraid of
the woman who cried and did not wipe the tears away.
cried? hah. pay attention.
Sharp and biting yet warm and sweet as honey
Who dareth stick their hand in the bees nest?
Ungraceful and chaotic.
And so refreshing.
Loud and frightful.
You have been warned.
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Have a blessed day,
Lots of love,