She tears not look back she says
believing they are always there
looking to snatch
from her
all she's clawed her way to achieve
who would shoot her to the quick
she having learned the ropes
of the street to
survive
and finds she can't trust anyone at all
Then tend to betray
her in the end
Truth, loyalty,
fairness
relative terms no one can rely on
and she steers to the
right path
to some hopeful destination
often regardless of
the cost
with me this silent observer
condemned to Bear
witness
while at the same time
accused of the crime
am I they?
or are there others
who must bear the
weight of her fears
this string of wannabe or one time lovers
in whom she has lost
faith
who are they who hunt
her at every step
who seek to steal all
she has accomplished
who she sees out of the corner of her eyes
shadows that cling to her heels
if not me or only me then who else
and what is it we
threaten to take
what are the things
she clawed herself to get
