There are too many beautiful women walking around with their heads

Facing south of the heavens,

Never realizing they deserve thrones.

Daughters of kings disguised as

Night walkers and street performers. Might as well have signs

Hanging from their breasts

With flashing lights pointing 

To their lower shadows

Welcoming newcomers

Like air traffic control.

But pretty lady I want you to know

Your body is not a landing strip

You don’t have to be run into

Or run down

Just for the seldom chance 

That a pilot might notice

The spark in you that shines in the darkness.

You are better than that.

You are diamonds and grace

And

Your worth is infinite,

So act like it.

You once told me

"You were better than the remains 

you had scavenged after others 

had thrown away what they didn’t want."

And you sat with me

As we cursed the willingness of a woman

To forget her worth for love.

The nerve of a woman to dismiss herself

For scraps of picked over men.

Once upon a time

You would have settled for

Far more than the position he

Let you have in his life.

Girl, we're too young to settle

To wild to be caged

Never known a wild animal

To welcome confinement so easily

I remember  you,

You were something wild and free.

But these days

You seem to coexist with the

Idea of putting your freedom on hold

And living in love with your cage.