I sit before you, awaiting my case
Millions arguing over my face
My dark locs, the color of space
My popularity is seen as a waste
My being brings confusion, one can not place
And yet the world looks at me as though, I define grace
My name is Mona Lisa
YOU ARE READING
SNC
Short StoryA collection of short story's and Poems. The abbreviation standing for "Short Narrative Compilation"
