She

She stumbles along a crowded street
Without any shoes upon her feet
Everybody stares her way
But no one will give her the time of day

She asks for a few cents here and there
Just enough to feed her child
Most people look away
Pretend to be interested in the simple things
Anything so they don't have to acknowledge her
Acknowledge her very existence

She’s been ignored all of her life
Not good enough to be anyone's wife
Just enough for a mans cheap fix
Like a drug she has been abused

Why do we ignore the lonely hearted
Why wont we give them a helping hand
Why is it people are scared
Too scared to help those less fortunate then ourselves

Maybe its because then we admit we care
And to care leaves us open to our own pain

Written by
Lyla Arthurs
June 2000