OK this poem was not written to be mean at all. it is about a lady on my block who no one knows her name or her life story or when she moved her. she just appeared here with her brother who takes care of her, everyday and every night she walk the the malls and stores and gas stations in a big pink hat and high heal shoes, prom dress, and a Barbie suitcase. Her and her brother fight all the time and we can hear her from miles away! - thats how she got her name the Crazy Lady , sorry you had to read this big paragraph but i want you to understand i am not being cruel just trying to capture what goes on in her head - please comment!
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Who are, why are you here?
Always walking down the street,
With your huge hat flopping,
And hot pink shoes on your feet.
The whole town things your crazy!
That you murdered you child,
They think your dumb,
They think your wild.
But why I ask,
Are you constantly walking,
with a suitcase and all,
Quietly singing and talking?
Do you have any friends?
Any one at your side?
Are you ever happy,
Have you ever cried?
The block people say,
You lost you mind a long time ago.
We don't know how but we all wonder,
Why the crazy lady's minds so slow?
This women a few blocks down,
She was you for Halloween.
Everyone laughed at the sight.
But in our hearts we knew it was mean.
They call you:
Psycho chick ,
Freak women,
City hick!
How come you don't flinch,
When people call you names?
I would think you are now evil and mean,
With a heart full a flames?
But you truly aren't,
Just wanting to be you?
A women we should all,
Look up too.
You do what you want,
Stay out of our way,
Ignore the mean and hurtful words,
You are who you are despite what we say.
You are,
a beautiful soul,
Life biggest lover,
Follower of a goal.
You are strong,
And don't step aside,
So forget what they say,
And continue being who you are inside.
