Ambition

Her path, marked BLACKS ONLY, was

strewn with strife. With ambitions

conditioned by naught, she fought her

way to the top. From there the air was

rare but didn’t mute the lament from

sisters of the street whose needs she

was compelled to heed. Blooming anew,

she adopted an abandoned family of two.

A glow began to grow. She had missed

bliss the first time but found it on the

rebound in fulfilling the needs of

her ever-needy pair asleep upstairs.