Lo' There…
At She who walks,
Down The Middle Of The Road...
.
“Acephalous.
.
Though…
I Carry NOT,
My Head in my Hands.
.
Society’s Supreme Laws of the Land,
Have Hacked Away my Identity--
Face-LESS…
Name-LESS…
Black and White
FINELY-Clad JANE DOE…
TAP.
.
.
TAP.
.
TAPPING…
.
Along ALONE,
In These High-end Man-made Stilettos.
.
On the Edge of This Dotted Yellow Line,
My Sleek Slender Heels Remain…
Within the Middle of This NEVER-Ending Highway,
Of ( 2 ) Opposing Lanes.
.
a HEღRT of B. R. O. K. E. N. CONFLICT--
This Man-made Painted Ledge;
Atop These Pillars I Shall Stride on--
I Have Pledged,
Into the Sunset of False Hope and Broken Dreams;
NO Other way Society will Have it,
So it seems--
Far REMOVED I Have Been MADE to BE,
From MY TRUE…
.
IDENTITY.”
.
© ECole789 05/19/2014
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