She cries
Sitting alone on a street curb
Her feet in the dirty street
Waiting for the next trick
Or the police to do their job
She knows it will be one or the other
She will either eat tonight
She will get high
Or she’ll sleep in a cell full of women
In a jail somewhere close by
She cries
Not because of one or the other
But because she no longer cares
Which one it is
She’ll eat tonight, get high
Or inhabit that cell close by
Sad and lonely night tale told with someone who knows the streets and how cruel they can be to a young girl. My heart is always hoping that yours will someday be relieved.
well, we all have our own cells
well written
well read
tx
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 21, 2005
The site is really into the sympathy thing today. Anyone ever really tried to understand that people tend to do what they WANT to do in, and for, their lives. Sure, sometimes times get tough, but also way too many use that as an excuse for being worthless.
Sue, I just posted a poem on the same field - Lady of the Night. I really empathize with them. Its a shame life can be so cruel and tough - and most don't have alternatives.
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well written
well read
tx
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
God bless,
Sandie.