march19|down telegraph

Down Telegraph
(self affirmation | draft 3)



Walkin’ down Telegraph
With my long black hair, thick like leathered skin
Flying free of chains
The wind attempts to separate me from my freedom
My hair bounces on my back
Like a trampoline I bounce back
Unbreakable

Walkin’ down Telegraph
With my three inch boots, lookin’ like a diva
Aggressively, I walk, moving forward
Stompin’ like it’s nobody’s business
Each step with purpose and swag
Each step more powerful than the last
Sassy

Walkin’ down Telegraph
With my too-thick-for-Asian lips, full like fed stomachs
Always wanting to indulge in words
Exchanging lyrics of wisdom
of hope
of revolution
of love and admiration

Walkin’ down Telegraph
With my round brown eyes, fierce like the sun
Introspective
They are deep with reflection, power and strength
Captivating as we share awkward glances
Forcing you to feel my presence
You look away
Intimidated

Like a coming out
Like a debut
It’s an awakening
It’s a rite
Down Telegraph, I walk