Her laugh is loud, strange, and so obnoxious
Cutting through the air like a knife through heart
However, almost always contagious
Like some harmonious yet uncultured art
And her hair, falling in imperfect waves
Like waterfalls of raw copper honey
But her soft jaded eyes deeper than graves
Her walk weird, attempts at jokes unfunny
Yet always a lesson behind her words
Her outfits are bizarre, unexpected
She still walks around like a feathered bird
Untouchable, a goddess dejected
Yet motherly, and sweeter than chocolate
Much hides behind her smile, a door shut