Had to go for lunch with a friend.
I am not mad, I will delete that line.
I am perfect and fine.
I am joking too by the way.
Back to the case.
Witch # 3,
What you gonna say.
You are every one friend,
Show off, want to glow in the dark.
Afraid to get fired with all the fake laugh.
And what about the man - witch?
I don't really care about those four.
They wanted me become a witch too,
But something was pushing me to leave the room, end the talk, don't hear a word.
Something was telling me I don't belong here.
May be my grandmother's prayer.
May be because I was raised by the streets.
No one even thought to touch me.
Old people nodded to say "hi",
Shaked my hand,
Blessed many times.
My great grand parents kisses are still on my face.
And you the witches thought you had a chance to win against me?
What are you going to say now,
By the way, you look like shadows.
Okay, fine,
Good bye.
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
