Gossip-girl ( Woes of a gossip)

“Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people”. Eleanor Roosevelt

Her first statement begins with,

“Floetry, have you heard…”



She is addicted to gossip like drugs.

Constantly rummaging for goods to

pillage, believing everything she is told.

The taste of gossip caressing her lips like

crack. Always high on shady information.

Her nose is longer than Pinocchio’s because

she is always in everyone’s business.

Sniffing out words and replicating different

meanings. She doesn’t understand and

appreciate the importance of discretion and

privacy. Nothing is sacred to her.

She earned the title, “town gossip” because of her

peculiar addiction. Embracing pointless clutter, like

birds on a line. Always chirping loud with her gossip

friends. Constantly talking smack about someone or

something. Indulging in slack side mouth muttering

with her friends, shameless whispers through the

corridors. A biting hunger for gossip.

“The walls have ears” is a frightening concept to her

because of her love for gossip. She is even afraid of

her own shadow at dawn. Peering through key holes,

unnecessary snooping and meddling in other people’s

businesses. Twisting words, misinterpreting information,

distorting facts and spreading smoldered fragments.

She competes with CNN and BBC when it comes to

current events. Her marinated words feed the tabloid

news page in her twisted mind. A predator to loose talk

Using tricks to get new information on people in her life.

Playing the role of a lazy journalist to feed gossip enthusiasts.

Her life is a mess without gossip. She has an insatiable

appetite for loose talk. Picking up pieces in cloved

conversations. Perking up her ears during private talks.

Words traveling fastest than a bush fire. To not divulge

denies gossip sharing joy. A serious word scavenger,

hooked on gossip like crack. Addicted to gossip.

Ending her statements with, “Floetry, That’s what I heard…”

©FloetryC 2015



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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