She walks these ghetto streets br In refined silence— br The pimps, the drug lords, br And the assorted creeps br Cannot find an avenue br To loosen her lips br To hear her speak. br br There’s misery around every corner, br Corpses from random drive-bys br Litter the boulevards like a parade, br There’s too much action br For the cops to discover a donut shop br In which to gather some peace and shade; br And in the midst of this, br Luna is the princess of the gangs br Gracing an invisible throne br In the violent kingdom of poverty. br br Blood-red scarf around her throat, br Dangling golden earrings, br Pierced nose and tongue, br This is the goddess br Of a new civilization.