Some are positive, others negative.
I stared at the child sitting by the road,
Too young to care, too young to understand,
But old enough to know, this is her life,
Begging on the streets.
I thought of the many possibilities, her life could turn out to be.
A woman in the future, fully educated,
Briefcase loaded, high heels clacking,
Power and authority ringing in her stature.
A victimized woman, abused and used,
Stripped and shamed, left feeling bare.
Tears down her cheeks, pain in her heart,
A woman lost, what is her cause?
A socialite woman, glitterati and all,
Holding her head high as another lover falls,
Striding in her Gucci, drenched in Armani,
An always manicured hand and always painted on face,
"Gold digger!" they yell,
She turns and smiles, blows them a kiss,
Never once would she have dreamed, her life would be like this!
A mother of four, stretched beyond her core,
Hair flying in all directions, life in semi-balance,
A loving husband, adoring children,
A smile in her soul when she goes to bed.
I looked at the little girl,
I thought of her unknown worlds
And as the traffic light went green,
I left all her possibilities behind,
And knew her as that girl i saw by the roadside.
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