Aluminum heart

Girls come with secrets and locked drawers.

They come with faces you'll never see.

They want to be swept away, and yet stand all alone, despite the shaking knees.

They muster up bravado when they are tarnished and lost.

They bring in the last flowers to be saved from the frost.

They'll stand like a patriot, against all odds, 

For their unknown country, and their undying selfless cause. 

They wound like no other creature can. They can stomach heartaches no one could ever understand. 

They cry for their children in the night. 

They hide their tears in the shadows, and smile in the light. 

They are the girls that walk the streets. Feeding themselves crumbs of dignity with a woman's slave deeds. They are always second class, always last. All encompassing. All woman. All me.