Poem – Long Black Skirt

She walks the city streets

Desperate to fit in

Yet not be seen

Blond hair flowing

Her feet take her places

Where she never thought she’d go

At 3am

When the only ones in the world

Are those that feel like her

But their eyes never meet, never lock

She keeps her gaze down

On her feet

On the sidewalk

She clings to words

That flash through her mind

That she lacks courage to place onto paper

She wakes

And spends another night walking


When no words will be written

Another night wondering

Of what could be

What should be

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