Looking at her with her Chinchilla fur. Lady of Guidance and Grace only to shut you down in your face. With her arrogant brow she demands all to take a bow . Fine suits, hats, and pearls Her perfume makes my hair want to curl. Her position that of a Queen . Her carriage that of a tween. Her ladies in waiting following along while the rest of us feel dejected and wrong. Of her milieu: intelligence, humbleness, and gentleness. Of her double- side: arrogance, snootiness, and vileness. Fine brown silk hair sheened. But her truthfulness beamed Bright like a lighthouse For all to see the rouse. How? Can a woman of her status not stand out. But instead looks like all the others in the crowd.
