Everyday girl

Feeling like a shadow,
Surrounded by others,
She might feel like nobody or so,
But she’s a queen rather,

When she talks in class,
Silence itself gets silent,
People would say that she finish last,
But I know jealousy can make you insolent,

When she laughs it’s starting to shine,
When she cry, the humanity is in mourn,
When she’s shocked, you can feel it in your spine,
The best person to whom you can be sworn,

When she draws, blind people see,
When she sings, there’s nothing more to me,
When she falls asleep with me during the night,
It’s like a bound, a sacred thing that makes us unite,

She may not have fur from ears to toes,
I would and will walk miles for her presence,
We may not be approved by all folks,
For me it will always make sense,

I would rather never see her,
Than knowing I haven’t supported her when needed,
I would lay poems on her grave tomb if she was dead,
Cause, for her il n’y a que son bonheur…