A Commotion

A commotion was heard,
as she strutted into the room,
followed by reporters,
and the scent of perfume.

She was middleaged,
dressed to the nines,
in her designer jeans,
and jewelry, which shines.

She was like a Star,
bursting with light.
The look in her eyes,
said she was ready to fight.

Don't you come close,
stay away from me,
stop bothering others.
Don't touch my family.

If you would like to talk,
do so directly to me,
for I will talk to you,
please let me be.