Nobody saw how special she was
Nobody valued her qualities
Nobody realised her strengths,
Nobody comprehend her speech.
Some people think she was too old to be young.
Some people was sure of that.
Some people wanted to take off her peace.
But peace was her second name.
It was her. Herself.
She wasn’t more special than anybody. She was just different.
Life made her this way
and
she didn’t know how to be like the others.
While she was walking, thinking, reading …
people …. People was living.
Leaving her alone because they couldn’t understand her.
She was not the best company to celebrate because she wasn’t the happier.
She was a desired company in bed but she prefered to be bad.
While people was having a hangover… She was sleeping and
dreaming
dreaming she was vomiting diamonds.
by NATH-B-SIDE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
It was lovely
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Absolutely!
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I know this woman. Or someone just like her. But I have never read it put in words before. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading, Pete.
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How did you know me so well???
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Perhaps they’ve been sending out drones to spy on you! 😮
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What a finish line!!!! Thanks for sharing.
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Such a strong note to finish on!
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Huh. Noob dreamer! In my dreams diamonds used to vomit miniature versions of me 😛
Lovely poem Ms Nath. Loved your concept of B-side. 🙂
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Ice cream cones used to vomit miniature versions of me to make the ice cream giants would eat. True story! 😛
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This is brilliant, creative and beautifully unique writing. I loved it❤❤
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We totally loved it, Suzette. We’re so glad you did too! 😀
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This grabbed me with the language of splendid uniqueness and vivid images as others perceived her. Plus, I think I knew her. Thanks Nath. — CDL
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Amen to that, my friend!
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