The Stigma
There's a stigma in her heart like
A scorpion in the throat,
There's a black stain on her white
Causing nothing but plight.
All eyes think she never will be right,
So they said, "let us laugh and have
Our sight".
So the stigma claimed to be her king.
Eventually the drama began to change,
Then the stigma met something,
And the stigma failed everything.
Whiteness stands and raised it's sword,
Mocking eyes became so low,
And they cried, "had we known,
Now the wind has revealed the unknown,
Not again we ever will mock".
Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink | Year Posted 2010
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