You Will Be Heard

For the girl with the tattered grey soul,

The girl who buries broken fingernails in ashes, digging for the peacock feathers she sold for the promise of swan song and only got an ugly cry,

The girl who is an extra in someone else’s show and never the star of her own,

Always a backup, never centre stage,

For the girl living on the dusty street round the way with only horizontal dreams,

You will be heard.