The girl stands small and lonely,
on the corner of a dark street.
"Do you have some change to spare for me?"
she asks the passer-bys.
They turn their faces and hold their noses,
and just walk on by.
She's smelly from the clothes,
she's been wearing two weeks straight,
tired to the bones from sleeping on the street.
Once upon a time she had a home,
a mom who loved her and,
a step dad,
who tried to do things to her in the dark.
Things she'd rather not repeat.
His threats they echoed in her head,
so for her own safety,
she fled,
and now she lives here on the streets.
Now you see her,
and you judge.
Say she's dirty,
a whore,
addicted to drugs.
You walk by,
pretend she's not there.
She already's learned,
that no one cares.
Another girl in pain,
is swept under the rug,
washed away,
to the dark corner on the street,
where she stands and begs.
Begs for money and food,
a hot drink and love,
a kind word,
and maybe even for a hug.

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