Wednesday, April 3, 2013


Why is the wind always at my face in this city?
It pushes me back, forces me to work to get where I go.
It's a success that I get anywhere at all.

When I was a kid, I loved it--
the wind blowing against my face,
my hair dancing around my head.

Now I wish the wind pushed me
to my destination.
I don't need its help to feel like a model.

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