Where Do You Want to be?

A few nights back I was walking down 5th and Broadway and I caught the eyes of a lost and lifeless young lady. The white in her eyes wore tired coats of blood shot red, riding over bags of her sleepless days due to her endless days shooting her stress release through needles in different ways. As I inquire this girl’s life through her eyes I find bruises, cuts and scratches scarred to her skin reminding her every time she looks at her reflection of the sinful individual that kept wrecking her harmless presence. Her body was wrapped in an undersized tank top ripped at her bust and a small jean skirt that rested right above the cuts on her thighs. As she tries to cover her body by curling into a small ball, it shows a identical visual of her self-insecurity. Her hair was down that told stories of the furious night of being dragged by her long locks just because she wanted to talk about putting a stop to her lifestyle. But instead she gets a palm to the mouth where she hasn’t smiled since she moved out of her last house because she was trying to take the fast route. It seemed as if every step I took near this fearful soul, flashbacks of her scarred memories became more and more clear. As I approach her closer, my presence gave her fright so she curled tight and began to close her eyes tight as if I was going to strike, then I delicately asked her “is this where you want to be?”. - By Andre Domingo