“Country Girl”

I’m a country girl,

Who lives in a small town,

Made of dusty roads and

Skyscrapers.

Gazing outside

my bedroom window,

I watch the children,

Laughing and playing games

Of leap frog and high seek,

I’m a child again…

I see a girl between the ages

Of twelve and fourteen,

Sitting on her porch

She must be daydreaming

she doesn’t even noticed me that

I’m glancing in her direction,

Trying to recall my own reflection

I’m a city girl,

Who lives in a world

Of big dreams

But who lives a country life

Day after Day I read the street signs

Unable to comprehend what

You see a place of freedom, dreams

And ambitions

I’m left to envision signs those

That read nowhere,

Living in a place of self doubt

Born with dark ambitions

In a world of

Submission.