By Shadygirl    fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 4 November 1998

Silly Little Girl

You strut,
the typical
urban street hero,
dwelling in your
twisted
heartless
‘unwarranted’ fate.
Your glossy anger
makes me laugh.
I accuse you of drunk aggression
and indifferent pasty morals
and you elude my comment
with a wave of your palm,
a roll of your eyes. 

"Silly Little Girl"
you run an impersonal 
knuckle along my
cheekbone,
and remind yourself not
to discuss with me, things
I can not understand.

Your compact heritage is out
of my reach. You say your fight has
yellow and brittle bones.

I say the source of your fight
is in the reflection
in those autumn puddles
you stomp through.

But what do I know?
I’m just a silly little girl.