Trying to mess up
My beat, mr. Police
Bullseye hood
Suspended. Driving ceased
On state time out
No revving the engine.
The sweet release of
Going wherever I please
No singing loud and
proud, sound pouring
All around in
Harmony with downtown
No hand catching waves
Hair blowing on my face
Enjoying my private
Little stage
Because I won’t
Confine to arbitrary
Marks telling me
Where to park
I’m queen of the streets
Stick it on the windshield
Sign of defiance
For all to see
Yesenia Guerra 
¿Pensamientos? (thoughts)