City of AngelsA Poem by Ranger NadalyInspiration on punk rock in the 80s-90s in Las Angeles.
My face sweating off the pounds of make up.
My hair loose and tangled. My body free and continuous. Nothing stops my pace, As I strut down the streets Feeling the breeze hit me At a perfect angle. My hands covered in rings and marks. My feet wearing worn down boots. My arms long and tan. As the volume of my music increases, So does the energy. Stares greet me As I interrupt the public. Kicking their insults, Their hate, Their prejudice, And their beliefs out the window With all the force I have. My smile never leaves my face, As I scream the lyrics to the sky. "This is the city ... The city of Angels ... All I see is dead wings ..." As security pulls me, To a place unknown I can hear myself squeal "Thank you Las Angeles! Thank you city of angels..."
© 2013 Ranger NadalyAuthor's Note
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