In The Shadows Poem by Minnie Gehrig

If i roam to freely,
what then will they say,
with there forked tongues
those pointing fingers
and downcast eyes,

what kinda girl are you anyway?

I think all laugh then full out and right in there face,
and maybe do a little hop
a little Irish jig,

goddess may judge me,
for she is me,
I am her
together we are the same bright and burning sun,
or even the moon that hangs on the tongue
so i spit these silvery lines,

for you to read,
and maybe find me,
as i really am,
in the shadows of your American dreams.