she's just another person,
a miniature doll among tall skyscrapers.
her dreams are larger than the country,
they expand over fields and seas,
they ghost along in the artificially lit night,
when her rampant mind won't settle.
she feeds off cups of black greed
and bowls of bland success,
she remembers a time of brightness,
a time of light.
this city screens for color,
accepting only black and white,
the morning paper tells it all,
print smudged with lies.
the morning paper tells it all,
print smudged with lies.
she arrived for expression,
but came out the same.
defeated, broken down,
she marched back into the city,
and made her stand.
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