She had grown up in a world
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that gave them purpose
and was all too eager to destroy them.
The ragged and waterlogged streets of her port-side neighborhood
always seemed on the verge of collapsing into the ocean
or disappearing with little more than a whisper.
The sleepy white-washed facades of the fish markets
and ramshackle residential buildings just barely concealed the
low rumble of chaos that flourish behind all the tattered curtains
and rusted security doors.
It was dulled, ashen, feral
but it was home; where she belonged.
Because not everyone is meant to shine.