Getting the Evil Eye
The woman gave her the evil eye
She hated her, but dared not show it
Just a glance was more than enough
Put her in a bad funk most of the day
She came back a bit later, hoping she had left
No such luck, she was still there,
with a haughty attitude, a reminder of all the things
Cindra could have been but wasn’t
Your eyes are so close together
You have a blemish on your cheek
You are unlovable, worthless,
She never realized until that moment
How much she resembled her grandmother
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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