The Cripple and The Granted

All knit in the context of her own way.
The continuous unsatisfactory results
Whining nagging about all
Nothing goes right by her.

When she’s given gold, she rather have diamond
The stone is neither too big nor shine enough
Asking why the sun isn't shine enough.
Living in the illusion of her own fantasy


She is born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Yet, unable to taste a swell whipped cream
So miserable and self-center
She’s unable to spot life in one happy moment.

At the entrance of the social club
 comes in a young woman in a wheelchair.
Breathtakingly beautiful with a cafe mocha complexion
All Men in the alley are awestruck by her beauty