This is a sad poem about the life and suffering experienced by some girls in today's world.
A view from an alley
I have not come here to say
a word of comfort, there are
none, hunger lives here stripping
decency from your bones and
then you look at me, there is
pride there in your naked eyes.
Your skin is grey and ugly,
too many nights spent sleeping
outside alleys breathing in the
sickly scent of cat piss and
sweaty bodies, little lady who’s
not so little anymore your sister
followed, escaped the black gates
that kept you prisoner once upon
a time but she lies now in the hollow
chasm of his body never knowing
that soon he’ll trade her for needles
and dust they’ve ground from dragon
bones, little lady I wish to find
you happy, wearing diadems and
a tiny crown of diamonds, I wish
someone is loving you like a princess
born of a distant star.
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