by Candice Ann Moraga

She’s like a vision
For a second, you swear you saw her
No – it was just the mist
She floats in and out like a vapor –
And when will she evaporate?

She says, “I’ll get out of here”
She says, “This time it will be different”
Yet she knows that everywhere is the same –
And where does she belong?

“This time will be different”
“This time I am different”
And she looks at herself like she is another person
“That can’t be me – how does she do it?”

I can take care of myself
Yeah – I’ve done a real good job taking care of myself
I’ve ventured into the alley, and I’ve got 9 lives
So I’m not counting…

Something inside her makes her the way she is…
And she will never change

And she packs her things, and moves far away
Where she can start over again
Where she can do it all over again