April '05
The Beauty and the B*tch
She held my hand and walked me to shelter. She stood by me through times of pain. She heard me talk; she listened well.
Then she went and she whispered to another, a soft giggle escaping after each sentence. Eyes stared, eyes glared. I turned a cold shoulder. More whispered, more murmured, more giggled. I pretended to ignore. Some asked, some wondered, some worried. Most laughed, most stared, most glared.
Then one came to me, concerned. She looked at me with compassion in her eyes. She saw I was hurt. She knew there was something wrong. It took me time to realize that she knew.
She held my hand and walked me to shelter. She stood by me through times of pain. She heard me talk; she listened well.
Then she told me to look away from the others. She told me to be myself. She told me I was my own person. She told me that actually, I was really happy. I turned a cold shoulder. She still insisted. Then I looked at her and asked her why no one saw what she saw. She said that it was because they know only how to whisper. She said they knew only how to stare and glare. She said they were nobodies, they were jealous of being able to feel. She said they didn’t understand that others can feel. I appreciated her. I thanked her. I became her friend.
I took her hand and walked her to shelter. I stood by her through times of pain. I heard her talk; she said I was a good listener.
I found a friend. Everyone else still whisper, still murmur, still stare, still glare, still giggle, still ask, still wonder…
She held my hand and walked me to shelter. She stood by me through times of pain. She heard me talk; she listened well.
Then she went and she whispered to another, a soft giggle escaping after each sentence. Eyes stared, eyes glared. I turned a cold shoulder. More whispered, more murmured, more giggled. I pretended to ignore. Some asked, some wondered, some worried. Most laughed, most stared, most glared.
Then one came to me, concerned. She looked at me with compassion in her eyes. She saw I was hurt. She knew there was something wrong. It took me time to realize that she knew.
She held my hand and walked me to shelter. She stood by me through times of pain. She heard me talk; she listened well.
Then she told me to look away from the others. She told me to be myself. She told me I was my own person. She told me that actually, I was really happy. I turned a cold shoulder. She still insisted. Then I looked at her and asked her why no one saw what she saw. She said that it was because they know only how to whisper. She said they knew only how to stare and glare. She said they were nobodies, they were jealous of being able to feel. She said they didn’t understand that others can feel. I appreciated her. I thanked her. I became her friend.
I took her hand and walked her to shelter. I stood by her through times of pain. I heard her talk; she said I was a good listener.
I found a friend. Everyone else still whisper, still murmur, still stare, still glare, still giggle, still ask, still wonder…
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