Body Language
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your Black Ariels
Yearning to see mirrors on marquees,
Voices snatched by pale princesses —
girls who have every screen.
Send these, the faceless, tempest-tost to me.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your Black Ariels
Yearning to see mirrors on marquees,
Voices snatched by pale princesses —
girls who have every screen.
Send these, the faceless, tempest-tost to me.