Lady Queens

If Queens is a girl, i envision her at about twenty years old. Big hazel eyes adorn her face under a hood of deep black lashes. She is not one race but a mix of all. She has long black and blue dreads. Her nails a chestnut brown, she carries an air of sorrow with her wherever she goes. I think I've seen her, roaming the streets. Broadway, Steinway, 34th avenue,... in her dark hoodies and jeans and studded belts. Listening to her music, abandoning the world she feels has abandoned her. Sometimes i think she is feeling left out. Long Island is mean and snotty. Brooklyn pushes her around. Her twin sister is across the country. What's a girl to do?