The girl in the white dress,
she cherishes the moment:
the style,
filled with pearls near her bosom,
the length,
slightly above her knees
where its okay to wear in public
and people wouldn’t ask.
She can walk around
all of downtown
and even dance at night
under the streetlight
where she glows like a star.
She twirls her dress
feeling like a white swan
filled with pure innocence.
Her black high heels
that were passed down
from her mother
are giving her blisters and goosebumps
especially when she paces
between the corner of 3rd and Pearl Street
where any leech can come
and haunt her intimacy
to be filled with trauma.
Her white dress is pure
like the clouds in the sky.
Her ravishing eyes gleam her future
that can capture anyone’s focus,
better than a camera.
She holds onto a shrivel up rose bouquet
with alive stem thorns
gripping her truth of all relationships—dead.
The tears of blood
caused by the leeches
turns her dress into the color of sin—
filled with darkness all around.
She quickly grows up to be a woman
and she had no choice
to turn back
as she left the girl
in the white dress behind.