A Vain Reality

Her endearing reticence,

often mistaken for coyness,

attracted a flock of admirers,

like bees over flowers.

Her transit through the streets,

awakened longing hearts,

hard to decipher,

if it was love or lust in part.

She braved through those gawking eyes,

fixated upon her like predators on prey.

who knew what their minds were thinking,

but all her confidence was sinking.

Not the one to bow down,

she held her head high up,

showing she’s the boss now.

Those preying eyes fleeted,

drowned in shame they retreated.

A victory gained that day,

a lesson learned but in vain.

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