Life is tough

The streets are rough

And filled with blood

And gore

And stuff

But tight scrapes

Don't bother me

I can walk these streets alone

We come in all shapes

Sizes and family trees

But we're made of the same bones

Really

We're all made of the stuff of stars

And we bleed the same red

With the same challenges ahead

And won't stop until the world is ours.

XXX

Melanie Martinez