She Walks with Fire

In streets where jazz and silence meet,
She walks with fire beneath her feet.
A blaze of strength, her hair the flame,
Each step ignites the echo of her name.
Her robe, like smoke in twilight’s breath,
Swirls through alleys that dance with death.
Not feared, but fierce—a flame made soul,
A spirit born where stories roll.
New Orleans knows her, wind and all—
She burns in beauty, proud and tall.