Dignity

Guess I'm in the mood to write poetry. So here's another poem for you readers. 

Hope you like it! 

Head held high, 

Lips curved into a little smile,
Dressed as she pleased,
She was the epitome of poise; 

People stared at her,
Some with pride,
Some with awe,
And some with jealousy; 

Yet, she was nonplussed, 

Her eyes were set straight, 

On the goal,
Which she desired to achieve; 

"Look at her!" 

An envious wench hissed, 

"She's nothing great, only fair,
Then why does she have her nose up in the air?" 

"What's with that strutting?" 

Questioned another green-eyed monster,
"It's not as though, 

She's some sort of celebrity!" 

She walked past them,
Not paying them heed,
Not bothering to invest her thoughts, 

In abusing them; 

That's what is dignity,
Being set on what you deem is important,
Being set on not to think ill of others; 

This is what you call dignity, 

Being set on your goal, 

Being set on emerging from the negativity; 

It's not that great, I know. 

I just felt like writing something about dignity as it is something that I need. I've always WANTED to be a dignified person, you know.