Her-story

Take me to the top of the stairs
And let me tell you her story
I promise you it won’t be one of good times and glory
Descriptions of urine infested hallways
And broken down elevators
Staircases made into public residences; no lease required
Trying to find shelter
Man my people are tired
Take me to the top of the hill
And to you, I’ll spill my guts
Detailed narratives of all my mistakes
Illegal sessions in which I chose to partake
Poor choices. Peer pressure
But I’m in control; gas and brake
Controlling my own pace
Let me show you the road I chose to take
Follow me to the top of this mountain
Ingest the beauty of nature
Like a never ending fountain
And even if only for a moment
We’ll erase all our pain
And pretend we have no worries.