Stargirl is not a person.

She is the stars that shine above

That could teach our parents love

She is hope wrapped in a body

That is both secular and godly

Long rains, grass stains

Break a lonely poets chains

She is always shifting

Just as the world is drifting

But unlike the world

She doesn’t have a course

An unfinished canvas; paints swirled

A melancholy messy force

She is the howling wind

A young child born in sin

She is a manifestation

Or our pain and our patience

She is a fiery rage

She is freedom

She is the burning of sage

In a dirty kingdom

She is a dice

And a rhyme

And the passage of time

She is an intricate device

And a fight

And a _fight._

She is my fight.

Stargirl is not a person.