Peephole dreams.

Reborn, revisited, enlightened to figure out what on early really matters, she says.
The door slams, knocking the wind right out of her fragile frame. I wonder what it's like to be a super hero.
The strolls down the dark street, keeping an eye on all the mother fuckers she meets.
Young lives selling lies on the corners, with guns to pack the heat. Sometimes she ducks in the corner and watches the bullets fly by.. wishing they were just stars shooting in the sky,
As a million others make wishes, she sits and gazes and cries... her world has a different demise.
The darkness invades her eyes, someone set her free.. " What has this darkness done to me?" Strong enough to be what she wants to be, looking in the broken mirror shattered by her fist of fury. What do they really see? when they see me?
A monster? Or a beautiful Me? Dancing in a patch of sunflowers dreaming of the country.
She runs to him, He holds her tight, enough to where she can't breathe. "don't know what is happening to me." she whispers and he laughs. Holds her tighter, they are running out of time.  Existing to exist. His bone breaking, heart crushing smile is on his face... leaving individuals lost in his game of hate.
Darker and darker they both grow. Looking into the ghetto peephole dreams, of little boys and girls crying. Their Mamas on the corners selling blows designed as dreams..to anyone who is still willing to breathe. Once the monsters are loose we see the pity in their eyes.. and wonder often are they still alive.

One day she does escape. Finds the freedom in her soul. Learned to love herself more. Never ashamed, never been so alone.
Remembering often that ghetto peephole.

Her door is much different these days. The worst has made her better.
Do not feel sorry for she, she needs no pity.