Just Saying #9

I’m not her!
Her walk lead you to a rocky path, her music turned your words to lava with a different kind of spark. I’m not her.
I skip to a different tune and jump to a different beat, can’t you see I’m not her? So if my skip becomes a stroll that she may have stole or my jump reminds you of a joke she told, just remember my dear, I’m still not her.

Natty ODou