Little girl walked alongside
her mother
Viewing people of all color
Walking a little ways further
her mother
Stopped and took a detour
Down a dirty alley trash and filth
Littered their path
People lay out under worn
covers
Some sat under dilapidated
boxes
All wore the same expression
Hopeless and forlorn
Spirits broken
If tomorrow came, they didn’t
much care
Lost all their hopes and
dreams
Some to drugs and alcohol
Maybe to situations beyond
Their control so many stories
Written on their faces
In their eyes beheld their
souls
Deep exploration told the
tale
Of the fight for continued
existence
In the concrete jungle
Little girl held on tighter
to her
Mother’s hand frightened by
What she witnessed
Even young she understood
pain
Knew sorrow came and buried
Its ache deep into your heart
Eyes wide with fear she gazed
up
At her mother
There was something
purposeful in her
Stride
She walked faster and faster
nearly
Running from some unseen
demon
Realizing she was dragging
the child
Like a rag doll, she slowed
her pace
Apologetic smile traced her
face
Coming to the end of the
alley daylight
Making its presence known
A breath of fresh air
Rushed into the lungs of the
little one
Stepping out into a new world
she only
Had one question for her
mother
Why?
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