Marturelanguage Stories

There she was, walking down the street like she owned the place. Little did they know she should How can she be so full of herself they say, she has no right to be like that they whisper She has every right As she walks, the breeze makes her ears cold, her heals click against the pavement and she hears them talk. But while they are talking the talk, she's walking the walk. She smiles at them, doesn't give a fuck about what they are saying. She laughs at them under her breath, they don't know a thing about her. They don't know what she's been thru or what she has yet to endure, but at the same time... Neither does she, the woman everybody wants to be now, however nobody wanted to be just a little while ago. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At last, she gives in "The names None of your business, now move" Her friends move closer to her, not for her sake but for his.