I knew of a girl who grew up in my neighbourhood. She was always here and there, Causing trouble. Her unbridled tongue pierced through harmless hearts. People cautioned her, But she wouldn't listen. The girl with the golden eyes, chestnut hair, but a deflated character. Friends and families clenched their jaw as irritation colours their brows. Anywhere she goes, She is admired, uplifted but her attitude prevented her from going further. That was the girl who grew up in my neighbourhood.