Miss Rosalie
Miss Rosalie,
Your story has been told
For the girls on the sidelines
Who will never get their
Supernatural arc of justice
Miss Rosalie,
Your scarred limbs
Are masterpieces of men
Smell of grapes and hops
With danger in their hearts
Miss Rosalie,
You may blossom again
In your many lives
But please do not hide
Children need your roots