Taught By the Most Confident

Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge, Wild hair girl patriot is how we referred to her here in Elridge. She is feral, footloose, untamed, and full of vinegar. Tamed? Not a smidge. When did women begin tattooing their beautiful bodies with so many black inks? I watch her multi-colored hair fly behind her as she bicycles into the sinks. Her tresses are yarned, beaded, flyaway in a distorted pattern, with many kinks. Brave tenacity and determination to look so unlike her ancestral links. There goes that crazy out-of-control Jones girl, a man with an absolute type mind, says, his voice a sneer. I smile as I watch her, then I blow her some kisses, and say I am so glad she is living here. She is teaching us to be ourselves, and live our lives. Her independent spirit deserves a cheer! I walk away satisfied that my apt reaction to his silly comment is abundantly clear.