Poverty


She is weak
She stares blankly into the distance and sighs
A tear begins to roll down her cheek
As she hears her baby’s cry’s

She is helpless
Her only child is wailing in pain
She says a prayer, as her baby becomes breathless
She screams at the Lord, even though He is not to blame

She is lost
She sleeps next to strangers for pennies a night
She hates it here, but protects her child at any cost
Even if that means not seeing the light

She is poor
The people of the town refer to her as ‘scum’
And try as she might, she will never be anything more
She thinks of herself as a dirty bum
Spending the rest of her days in a measly slum

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