The streets giggle under my feet as I walk them at night,
They point at my tears, they mock my shaking thighs.
Velvet cars pass by, but they might as well pass through.
It really has been weeks since this world has felt brand new.
And I know it is only twenty-five, not an end of an era.
I wanted to make them all mine, but they called me Hera.
This pressure I carry in my shoes tends to break my neck
Because every night I spend with people tastes like regret.
I do not even hate them, but I love these city streets.
Someone follows you home, somebody faces defeat…
The lights jingle above me as I unlock my unlucky door.
Nobody has to know how many times I punch the floor.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 