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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
Homeless
She left her home in her early teens,
In torn shirt and faded jeans.
Looking for the love she was never given,
Away from her family she was finally driven.
She sits by the fountain every day,
Her lovely young face looking cold and grey.
Her sad blue eyes slowly searching around,
Looking for coins dropped on the ground.
With pleading eyes she holds out a hand,
In pouring rain for hours she will stand.
All she wants is a lttle respite,
And something warm for her teeth to bite.
Uncaring people pass her by,
They see her plight and wonder why,
So young a person has no home,
And around the streets aimlessly roam.
Addicts and prostitutes, she knows them all,
They tell her the dangers, if her pride should fall.
Often tempted, her back to the wall,
When deep inside she hears a call.
Her bed is a box propped in a door,
Often her body is tender and sore.
But when she sees those ever so younger,
She forgers the pain caused by hunger.
Up to the skies she will often look,
Remembering words she read in a book.
The meaning now she can clearly see,
"Suffer little children to come unto me".
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| Posted By Chicodelongest @ 3:59 PM | [Comment on this blog post] |
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SexybutSweet's comment posted November 15th @ 2:28 PM:
.Deep. I like ur stuff. u shud read mine if ur real into it like i am. |
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