Image source: Magpie tales

Image source: Magpie tales

She looks you in the eye
As she passes you on the street
Dismissive of the stares
From every one she meets

Her hair’s a tangled mess
Wild, like a forest of feathers
People whisper about her dress
From breast to toe in leather

Some may call her an oddball
Others think she’s weird
When they see her stand tall
Her attitude they feared

She ignores smirks and sneers
Walks with her head held high
For she knows she’s unique
With a style no one can buy

(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (4 April 2016)

Written for Magpie Tales Mag 311

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