That Is My Girl
Her face is pretty
Like that of a baby
A reflection of innocence
Though past adolescence
She laughs like a flute
A sound you can’t mute
Or even stop for a minute
I keep calling it cute
She loves 'Churchill'
That makes her ‘chill ‘
And leaves her silly
With all the jokes they spill
Her short strides
Reflects her pride
Which she can’t hide
But keep it by her side
Her popping posture
Stretches her dark skin
Making it melt with glittering moisture
Leaving her a teen of fourteen
She is strangely strong
With a heart that can’t keep a wrong
And a love for forgiveness
Now that is the girl
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