Of Mozzie And Me

• Maisurah Marian, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

My name is Maisurah, that's half of me
The other is Mozzie, you see

There is a difference between us
Though most won't bother, or make a fuss

I have to confess
Her confidence shines, while mine is less

While she would speak loud and colourful
I prefer to stay quiet; not at all helpful

She would go along with the party and trick
I'd come around and spoil it

Her eyes gleam with excitement
Mine glow with sullen tiredness, wishing for early retirement

She colours the town bright and gay
I give it a shade of Grey

So this is the story of Mozzie and me
My name's Maisurah, the other is Mozzie, you see