Almost everyday she'd hear her parents say,
"stick around, kid, the weather will get better!"
It was comforting but there was a blanket of gray.
She was taunted by chilly receptions and dead eyes.
"You don't like?!" "No." Why?!" "I just don't like her."
"She's never done anything to me. Just don't like her."
Oh, and they let her feel it. If you've ever read that
existential classic "The Trial" by the German Franz Kafka
then you could sympathize with the paranoia and unkind
eyes always upon you, judging, lying, always on trial but
you never know why & are never given the chance to stand.
However, she did stand-up for herself her own special way -
Chin up. Smiling. Polite. Kind. Generous. Complimentary.
Intelligent. The realization of "yeah, they are just jealous."
Being the official Princess now and just not name-called-that
sun shone brightly through the stained glass and in her mirror.
written 5:30 a.m. 4/7/11