Walking along a alleyway,
Making her own pathway,
Crammed with stones and fire,
Covered entirely by barbed wire,
Preventing passage to either side,
People staring from inside,
Indifferent to anyone outside,
Thwarting her entrée, to the elite.
She sensed people on the right to be scornful,
And those on the left to be merciful,
Choosing the left option was not exciting,
While, the right option was never ending.