wandering woman
the streets create you
you’re walking
who’s talking
about you… don’t see
they stare
matted hair
lethargic is your gait
all the time to wait
your scaring.
turned away
they say
wandering woman
you’re different
the streets don’t sigh
the streets don’t cry
i watch my bag, in your eyes
less home than home… less
trust is your antithesis
you’re suited (if soot were armor)
i’m staring
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