She walks across cracked sidewalk
back held straight and mussed up hair
striding through sunlight
ignoring the stares.
flashing green eyes
tell of journeys ahead
of places she's gone
of things that she's said.
but what is this place
she used to call home?
the people are hateful
the city's overgrown
so she tosses her hair
and lengthens her stride
who needs it here
with the cold and the snide?
she reaches the bus stop
it soon will depart
best to get out
while she still has a heart.
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