Doors open, she walks in,
Crying, but you’ll see her grin,
Her scent is strong and it fills the atmosphere,
Nobody ever notices how delicious she smells,
Her favorite question to ask is how are you?
She waits, but people fail to ask it back.
She stands there strongly, but her feet have been weak for a very long time.
She loves to celebrate people, but no one ever celebrates her.
She calls your phone just to hear your voice to make sure you’re okay, only to get your voicemail, rushed off the phone, or a quick….let me hit you right back.
She loves people to pieces although she’s shattered in a thousand pieces.
She quiets her heart to a numb place.
She desires to feel, but all she feels is pain.
She looks in the mirror and sees her reflection.
She walks out of door and she becomes the invisible girl.
She contemplates daily……….
When will someone see, smell, hear, taste, and touch the Invisible Girl?
Written By: Marquisha Applewhite
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