Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Criticism In Reality

"Look at her lips
Dull, not red"
They said unison
She lowered her head

"Look at her hair
So out of color"
The said in unison
She looked in the mirror

"Look at her shoes
Old as our gnome"
They said in unison
She ran back home

"Look at her clothes
So out of style"
They said in unison
She cried for a while

"Look at her cry
Such a crybaby"
They said in unison
Her arms got bleedy

"Look at her wrists
Are her parents rough?"
She shut their mouths
She've had enough

Come on people. This is reality. Understand the meaning.

Z.