She shamefully, pitifully
Plods along the side-walk.
She carries all the right qualities
The society oppresses.
She wears her crown all year long
Knitted to her hair
She wears the crown ALL DAY LONG
The crown every girl forgets about.
She has her own public bunch, an alley and a box too to go.
Nothing to forget, misplace or lose in her black vague plastic hand bag.
Lucky girl
What more can a Road Princess want?
She’s consistently contemplating constitution steps to
her praise and glory that is everlasting
yesterday, today and faithfully tomorrow.
Her people bring her honor by facing away,
making fists right by the noses while…
vigilantly keeping an eye on the changing light.
She is the skinniest of them all,
her sister prejudicious, her brother is violent,
her cousin is shameful, her mother is affordable
and her dad is dead.
She is the Road Princess.
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