Behold Poem by Loveness Jamela

She smiles with tears,
Running down her cheeks,
They laugh and point fingers,
Such a weak child they say
But little do they retrieve.

Though she cries,
She is happy,
Happy that she has conquered all.
But being deceived
They say silly is the girl.

She displaces her back on them,
Let knowledge be the virtue of life
For they don't know the one that smiles,
With tears running down her cheeks.

Behold,
Knowledge is her staple food
And the reason is good.
Behold she knows why.