Imaan. There is boldness in her gait
There is poise in her voice
Wherefore shall her gaze waUNDER
All the Darkness seemed to turn to ice.
Don’t think of that ice as cold
For her eyes were laser, she would mold it
Make it bold. She is tough, she is a task-master
It’s her reputation,
Her job is her heart and soul.
Perhaps what you think is right.
She is rude, but why cant you acknowledge so?
There is laughter on social blunders
But there is appreciation too
For she isn’t that negative
To rip your heart, out of your soul.