Green Goddess of Freedom

Welcoming those from across the land,

to this concrete jungle that never sleeps. 

Born and raised under high metal beams.

But this is not Who I Am,

This is the reason to Why I Am.

I'm the girl running between the hoards of New Yorkers,

But amplifying my voice in crowds with this Hispanic tongue.

The girl who has seen faces of all cultures,

to identify with my own thick eyebrows and tan skin.

I'm the girl who looks for a muse in these city lights,

to splatter colors on my canvas at the latest hours. 

This is the reason to Why I Am,

But this is not Who I Will Be.

I will be remembered.

I'll push the limits until I reach a new brick wall, 

meant to be tore down with no tool, but my ambition alone. 

I'll inspire dozens, then hundreds, then thousands 

with notebook sketches turned into framed masterpieces.

Soon, my dreams will be enough to scare any enemies down my path, 

because I am

Visionary.