In a room filled with judgment and blame She pointed out her best friend’s shame Yet her own words, sharp and spewed Revealed the mirror...

She sits on her high horse With judgment in her eyes Casting stones at those who drink But she herself imbibes She talks ill of her best...

In a world of fleeting glances, she stands tall A woman of grace, yearning to give her all Unclaimed by the bonds of marital vow Her...