Soul Sister

A poem

Photo by Soroush Karimi on Unsplash

In her black skirt, white blouse, and perfect hair
Covering her legs with colorless stockings and donning a Timberland backpack
Looking ahead into nothingness
I caught her glance
Her stoic eyes stared at me blankly

Did she choose her path?
Did she long to be messy, dirty, and naughty?
Sensed the…