Free-Verse...

She can't walk the walk and talk the talk
But her description of the walk in her talk
Replaces the walk...so it's just like walking
and she's fallen beyond the deepest measures
In the cracks of the street looking up at everyone's feet
yet she feels deeper...
In this world of her own she creates these poems
Which speak for her...which I guess is really the walk in her
Yet...courage has no voice in her
But strength has giving her every piece of advice she's ever learned
Which she learned from the strength in her
...guess she's really teaching herself
She's a grade-A student with headphones always in her ears
Hiding behind metaphors, and yet imagery reveals
All her secrets..speaking of which
She speaks all of her secrets...guess her tongue is her own rival
Her enemy...and yet she's her own witness
Victimized through her own words
and testimony forms in her mental
She sits in her own perspective learning of herself...
little by little
And this is an on-going process
With only the virus of society to ruin her fundmental
Thinking...
It slips through the crack with her
Infecting her immediatly
Above the cracks she rises and walks with the people
Gullable and unstable
...no needles can heal her
And yet she still stands today before the people
Speaking her words...not deeper than what she knows shes been through
Metaphors cut deep trying to find her, they become lost in her
Trapped in the ink of her pen
They've lost...another soul
Another voice that gave in...
So no one hears her and it seems so silent
The silence of unoriginality has captured her within a non-violent matter...
Society.