She
She is about ninety to a hundred pounds
About four feet tall
Short hair
Normally walks fast
She
Has that face
Her face is like a combination of anger, confusion and deep thoughts
She never smiles
Always serious
Am always afraid to say anything to her
Am afraid of the response
This is her face every morning
I don't understand how she can come to work like that everyday
I feel like it's either she hates this job so much
Or her coworkers
Am afraid to ask her: how was your night?
I want to crack that shell
I've tried smilling, it never works
I intentionally stay away from her, I feel like friendliness agitates her
Am sure inside that shell, there's a tear, a flower and a warm blanket.
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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