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And Then, She Cried
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Soul Poetry She kept her head up,
shoulders straight.
Met the looks
with a head on stare.
Defiant.
She heard the whispers,
felt the shun,
knew there was gossip
upon wagging tongues
of the misinformed.
She chose to ignore
the rumors-
chose not to defend herself
against the falsehoods
they made.
She knew she wasn't
the way they beileved
her to be.
She knew they weren't truth-
and with no validation
of their claims
she felt no need for rebuttle.
Her strong will
kept her going-
(for she had fought foes
far worse than these)
-not around those circles,
but traipsing straight through
the center of the maddening crowds.
Head still high,
ignoring their biting remarks,
shrugging aside
the hurt she felt.
She wouldn't give them
the benefit of her tears.
Not to such folk
unworthy
of seeing her break.
She moved onward and away
from the bloodthirsty lot
to her destination.
Her quiet place of soiltude
that no one but she, could access.
She closed the door
behind her,
leaned against the cool wood,
emitting a choked sigh.
Her shoulders slumped,
her head fell forward-
arms wrapped tightly around herself,
she slid slowly to the floor.
And then, she cried.
