  she's staring at the streetlight blinking back the tears ignoring all the people as they pass the guys hang out the windows catcalling her fishnet legs not noticing the bruises underneath she'd wipe away the mascara that is drying on her cheeks but instead she leaves it there to scare away the hopefulls standing on the corner under the public city streetlight she twirls around like a dancer or maybe a boxer about to fight and as she looks into the darkness straining to see herself raises up her timid voice in one final triumphal shout:  " you can't break me.  you can't shake me.  you see these scars?  they're what make me i'm not your poster child for pain and if you try to make me fight i'll just slip away into the night .
