Who Am I

She meets you with a warm smile.
Her speech not quit slang
Not proper but a blend
What do you see when you look at her
A smile
Her hair and makeup done
Clothes washed and neat
Scares on her body show another story
She seems to be screaming for your help
Then she gives one last glance at you
Smiling she walks away
So do you help her or just keep going
She has been tortured
Beaten down by life in every way possible
Still she survives, secretly crying for help
One day someone will help her you tell yourself
Pray it's not to late

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