Poetry: Famous

I met her in the middle of a movie

While she dreamt of big fame concert halls

and laughed with her head back

about all the people she knew

But there was a time

when she wore nothing but chains

with never cut endless hair

that morphed into

beaded hanging dreadlocks

that fell onto every sweaty bruised stage

as she stood against the world screaming

So she turned her metal guitar turned into blues

while talented fingers grew knuckle tattoos

but they would never define her

And all the people stole from her

Like the villains we remember

that lived in dark castles

to look down on us from

But I'll still remember the girl

who played the protagonist

who loved the smell of laundry sheets

and smacked her lips when she kissed

The girl who sparked all the fire crackers

and smirked at my "sorry, we're closed."

to all the waiting customers

Patiently waiting for her attention

as she threw laughter in a basket filled with candy

Waiting for some recognition

as she wrote poems on the backs of old napkins

Until the moment that she is found,

and rediscovered again.