she

Who is she
that saving be her need,
though these streets she sees,
heed nothing of her;
she'll die,
to save them;
the curious,
who question,
then abuse
the chastity she so freely gives
but fail to believe,
who she is.
what irony,
this identity crisis,
that a savior need saving;
what noble ignorance
guides the blind,
persistent to ignore who for what,
in distress but why
is known by them that know
as they abandon life
for hope
of her.

~Deus fortuno