The Lady in the Alley

picture is of me #Nicolettendlovu

She walked and fussed down Lexington Avenue
Hand to hip
Relaying each moment that created her sour puss attitude
"I am fashion"

She scolded herself into place
That place of self loathing
That torcherous loathing she subsided to like a starving bulimic
"I am fashion"

She kept saying it
Walking that walk of divination
Searching for something
Her formal normality?
"I am fashion"

She was truly an honor walking
Hints of royalty in her rouge cheeks
But a twist in detail occurs slightly

Fact is she wasn't fashion
She was a disaster
Actually walking up and down an alley near 6th and Broadway
But this was her thing
Her nitch
Her absolute desire
"I am fashion"
She never stopped saying it
The stones beneath her feet and cracked bricks of the alley knew she was
To her they always kept whispering

"You are fashion"

-Robbie Watson