She enters the room
Regal and Elegant,
All clad to the nines.
Making me look at me
Am i dressed for the occasion?
My faded tee shirt
And best skirt that,
Seems to have gone out of season
Months ago when the hashtag was a thing
My hair all tucked into a mommy bun.
I choose to sit in the corner
Watch this magnificent creature,
Who makes me question myself and
Judge my outside instead of the inside.
As i stare and observe when she speaks and
Does her mannerisms,
I see that i Am Twice the woman she is…
She has no manners to speak of,
Harassing everyone and,
Portraying an air of self importance.
Feeling herself as if she says ‘Jump’
To which we say ‘how High’
While already in the air.
I stand up from my corner,
Determined to put this one in her place,
My confidence is building
Whilst in my faded tee shirt and last season’s skirt.
My roughed up edges once slick holding the hair,
that perfects the mommy bun.
I choose not to be put down by a stranger,
No matter how well dressed she is,
I am also dressed in something more important on the inside,
Than she will ever have on the outside!
Yours Beautifully and Wonderfully