I've seen you hurt
and I know your pain.
Sorrow courses through
your veins like an opiate
and yet you are
my sweetest refrain.
Someday you will take
off your cheap polyester
dress of corruption
and put on a glittery
incorruptible couture.
You are so fragile,
a bent sapling
with bruised shoots,
grazing the earth
trying to make
it in a society of redwoods,
oaks, and few weeping willows.
Your courage wraps
around me like a shawl.
You are my angel
with broken wings
and a tilted halo.