Music Within

For the creative poetry group.

Mirror ball hangs high,

reflecting light

sends glistening stars

around the gymnasium.

Colorful crepe-paper

streamers twirl along

with the music.

Laughing eyes stare

at her.

 

Bedlam faces gawk.

She pastes a smile

on, showing off

her dirt cheep

rose lipstick.

Flashes her home made

pearl jewelry,

and struts her

thrifty gown onto

the dance floor.

 

Humid tempers flare.

Their appetite is

to make fun of her.

She sways to the music.

Voices of disapproval

break out.

 In her face is fervent

and happiness of

who she is.

 

Enchantment is her shawl.

Tears that don't have

a place are left behind.

Tonight is all about

HER! 

 

Others sip cruel words

from punch bowl,

she sips words of

devotion to herself.

High class snobs

are they.

 

As the night comes

to an end,

she slithers up

on the stage and takes a mic.

Unequivocal cords belt out

the song,

All You'll Ever Be Is

Mean!

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

I like how your poetry is developing it is nice when I take breaks to return to see how much poets have grown. When one respects them self and values who they are it doesn't matter what they on, how others perceive them because their belief and faith in self will rise above and all will take notice rather they admit it or not. Confidence comes from within and not what we wear... Nice one loved it!

[Tina Kline]

Fantastic write, I was caught up in the story in your poem. She was brave and didn't run away but stood up to the snobs.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Fantastic, love the whole event being told so poetically from the beginning to the stanzas in bold. Beautiful :)