She viewed her body from above
laying inside the claw foot tub
her famous photographs were strewn about...
ones that had earned her
so much clout
A soft breeze fluttering about...
blew the white curtain in and out...
she flew on down to the New York streets
another view of the freaks n' geeks  
to seize the day
her shutter release firing away...
gazing into strangers eyes
capturing truth...
discarding lies
she could see the beauty they held inside
of those on the fringe
(that used to hide)
giving them hope ...
a new sense of pride.
In the end it was all too much...
for all their pain
her soul had touched.