It was the crisis Girls had the power to purchase but not so many right to chase the lights The Youth could go to sleep very late at night, thus But only in nights with clinical pictures So they were bored
We wanted girls with weapons. Girls who could feel pretty. Girls who had a dragon.
In these strange days, pop icons become some refugee camps for freedom Some might say it was the end of the world. Or the market’s revenge At the end we take the light where we can MJ & Amy are dead, but they keep on singing. As Rihanna does.