My Friend

Switlexy this is for you:

Whispers everywhere she goes,
Words flowing out of their mouths like the bar beah waves rushing to meet the shore,
Eyes that follow her wherever she walks,
Watching, hoping and praying she missteps just one time
She is dressed yet her hands are wrapped around her body like a woman covering her nakedness from the piercing eyes of a stranger.

She walks with shaky steps, hurt in her soul,
Eyes she is familiar with stare at her with deceit.
What makes them do these?
Whisper these hurtful words about her?
Praying that she falls?

But she is strong
She is bold
She is loving
She is courageous and through the blurred egdes of hurt she says to herself,

'Do i live my life bound by the hurt in my soul?'
'Do i live my life ordered by the whispers of others who have nothing better to do?'
'Do i walk on shaky legs afraid to fall for the rest of my days?'
'Fall I will in this long life of mine,
And rise i shall each time'

People will always talk, watching and waiting that I may be ashamed
But my life is just mine
The mistakes to make and the experiences to learn from
I decide to live like it's my last
Love like i have never been hurt
Smile like i know no sorry
And walk surefooted like the amazon princess
It's my life and I have just one
And i owe no apologies to anyone.
hmmm, I say to myself "My friend is a wise woman"