A/N: this is just a short (really short actually) poem I wrote about a pure-blood witch. Not a specific one, just, you know, in general. Although the poem is mine, the idea of pure-blood witches belongs to Ms. Rowling, and the idea for the poem came from my sister, or rather, a poem she wrote ages ago.
I Am (A Pureb-blood)
I am beauty, I am grace,
I caused that damage to your face.
I am nimble, oh-so agile;
Your ego can't be all that fragile.
I am respectful, I am kind,
And yet you say I've lost my mind.
I am demure, subserviant, see?
Now you insult my family.
I am beauty, I am grace,
Filthy mudblood, learn your place!