the Angry Girl

[ as yet unfinished ]

i still gather scraps and bits of gold,

only taking those who have been thrown,

and molding them into something new

but old.

if i could, i would take those extra papers and turn them to seeds,

tuck them into the dirt

and sing until the weeds around

made way for the newborn tree.

but since i cannot, and no one will fight

for those thrown to the junkyard and will only take

from them which they no longer have,

this crown is not yet finished but within it

i hold a revolution for the stories untold.

For those who no longer need a hero, but a villain on their side.