My ears are ringing

The village is singing

A toon that’s all about you

When you appear from your mirror

A pin could drop

Snake’s sliver in silence

Inescapable noise

Their words can be like swords

Crickets chirping

Drama kings and queens thrusting on your blood

The looks and judgement cut like a knife

The masses can be nasty towards other human life

But my dear,

Don’t let dim your shine because they don’t understand your mind

Be soft and kind

For the village will move on and the rumors will fade

You are a beautiful shade