BoxChevyClassic

Physically and spiritually nomadic. Woman of many words, yet, unintentionally mysterious. Child of the streets, adult of the world.

Tortoise Hare

She’s the tortoise, running slow and steady

Hoping to capture the hare, when he’s tired and ready

She knows good things come when worked at a steady pace

He’s aware that he is her prize…

…but only flattered by this chase

Token

I’m a human ghost.

Selectively visible.

My presence is commodified for entertainment, my humanity ignored.

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