She was a hood girl,
She wasn't fit for glass slippers but a tiara hovered over every scar on her body,
She was daring, dark, she had a depth that surpassed all of the empty walking sinkholes amongst her,
She was apart of this game but the rules didn't apply to her invincible body,
She wasn't held down by gravity,
She floated, an angel in sagging pants and illuminating smiles in every soup kitchen that let her in,
She was hard core on the streets , the projects seemed to bow to her boy - like structure and stance,
Deceit was her dance she was soft, like the skin beneath a shell,
Her eyes poured out in every shelter's bed but she was strong,
Beauty was in her struggle for success, Diamonds are found in the rubble, she shines in mess
