The Other Lady Poem by Hugh Coffey

The Other Lady



She was smart and nervous
secretly mature and awfully kind
worringly sensitive She knows who she is
She's intelligent and vunerable
She hides her beauty with dismissed grace
She fears her own potential
She's love
But these women are ignored, teased and meek
Instead of these women who could change the world
We are left with Kim, Lindsay, Britney and Miley
What a sad situation

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