Miss Street

She walks like a hooker,
knowing the street and
its patrons, but with
more elegance and poise.
A queen, of sorts, crowned
in golden hair, onlookers’
admiration.

Dressed in designer comfort,
a figure naturally designed
to evoke jealousy. Even
the most faithful of mates
gaze—awed, desiring.

Such beauty unseen
off of the catwalk.

"She lives the perfect life"

Yet, no Ms. America in her.
No pageant needed to see
‘Life’s Ms. Street’ in this lady.
Eyes drowned in sorrow
give her secret away.