Poor Women

By , East chicago, IN
I watch her sitting there all quiet lonely and sad.
I ask myself what is she thinking about. Or if she’s just mad?
I understand how she feels, living in this World with nothing but fears.
Asking for food or money, and I’m watching people denying.
Goes back to sit down, all dirty and filthy with a frown.
She gets up to start all over, whining that’s she hungry but the truth is she’s just hung-over
Trying to survive





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