'Girl' Poem by Linda Winchell

Long coal black hair
With fusha purple streaks.
Gothic shell of covering
Her true self somewhere hidden deep.

Silver grommet buckled belt
Sitting low upon her hips.
Darkest of midnight
Painted on her lips.

Trying to find who she is
While following the crowd.
What is it you're covering?
That's silently screaming out so loud.

Is it the fear of recognition?
That holds you in its fear.
Feelings of rejection in which
You feel.
Is that what you're not saying here?