A Woman Named Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

A very beautiful lady comes to mind.
I share this tale as it occured.
We were kids playing about...one of my male friends
let out a shout..'hey Belinda where are you going with
that knife? ..the six words she uttered changed my young life.
I'm going to cut somebody.Belinda was was tall.
she was very slender, brown skinned..her eyes were
a shade brown..and she had a strut that wouldn't quit.
I could feel her anger.no she didn't care if we knew or not.
she wore her hair long, yet tossed. I rember her her sunny smile.
but not today..instead she looked totally lost, we got qiuet.
what's wrong I asked..I'm mad and she repeated what she was
gonna do.and true to life..Belinda did keep her promise and used that
long, handled brown butcher knife. the moral of this fact is dont' cross
be true or just like that pretty lady on the playground..you have to stand your ground.I was seven when I her...and yet somehow I cant' forget her.