Poetry: Girls



The weaker sex

The gender known for its compassion

Yet the nastiest remarks come from girls?

Rumors are spread as easily as breaths are taken.

Respond to rumors?


That would stoke the coals of gossip.

Churn them into a raging firestorm.

I am silenced.

Better to keep quiet.

Let the coals burn down into ash.



That’s what bringers of gossip lack.

The truth is:

Run my name through the mud.

I will always come out clean.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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