I Aspire

to be raw and bloody elegance

to expose flesh under dainty fingertips

to sweat the daily two cent sense

to sow and sew and reap and rip

to measure to all the measures a woman was ever measured

to then conquer all ideas of man as well

to pack away the paper walls of people quite assured

to be the girl that ascended, flew, but never fell

to search for not reigning gold, nor raining silver, but working bronze

to know to taste the sweet in stars and the blood in salt

to somehow be queen and bishop and knight and pawn

to never faint at heart for those who never faint at fault