If They Don’t Get You, They Don’t Get You!

📷Belinda Fewings

The bad outweighs the good

Twilight dawns, blame infests

Conversations turn to arguments

Because she wants to be heard

Of monstrous words unmoved,

With no wits of regard

Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird

In solitude echo of compliments fades

And saw nothing more than atrocious comments

With grave aspect, her heart prepared

She was no good, that what she heard

It may be, and had not yet stirred

Ooh too desolate bird

Whistling loud may yet be heard

Not the first, second or the third

A cry for room, though not a phantom stirr’d

When you are misunderstood,

Just know you good

Whenever you fall, never tell yourself

 You are no good

Try over and over if you could

Never give up, fight like you should