Girl, Fifteen, Walking in Ronanstown

Dermot Bolger

I am walking and I shall keep walking,
Past the gangs clustered on the corners
With nothing except catcalls and jeers,

Past shuttered shops where we kissed,
Past graffiti-strewn lanes we haunted
Before his betrayal soured their magic.

I am walking past interrogating stares,
An inquisition of girls with know-all eyes.

I am Nicky-No-Name, declining all labels,
Walking tall because I know my own worth.

I refuse to look down and refuse to look back,
I shiver from the cold but feel no regret,

Because I carry my destination in my heart,
Even if I still lack the words to express it yet.



Girl, Fifteen, Walking in Ronanstown


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