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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant Stood in the rain, Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles Swollen, she was in pain, Her resilience worn out, she often stood on the Corner of this busy street, Her eyes pleading for someone to give her Something to eat, Some People feel no empathy towards others, Life is hard, few seemed to care. I Often bought her a MacDonalds meal, Her situation inhumane, horrific unreal. Did she ever know freedom, she was weak, And could hardly walk, constantly in a daze, Her hair was dirty, long, and the wind Slapped it across her face. I gave her a two hundred Rand note, Placing it in her hand, Shhhhh I whispered, As if I already knew, Don’t tell a soul, I could see her miserable life, Had already taken it's toll. I drove her to the outskirts of her home, Which was always known To be a dubious zone. A middle aged, man with greasy hair, That was going grey, but was once fair, A cigarette hanging from his mouth, Came from some-where Out of no-where, Saw in her hand the money, Darn, you don’t need this honey, I’ll buy me my moonshine! She heavily made her way through the Garbage scattered on the floor, And sank on a torn sofa, just seeking peace, Not minding who was standing by the door, The cruel, filthy man continued cursing, His endless oppression evident, From the girls bruises glaring. Who was this pitiful, bad man beating This unfortunate girl, a father, a brother, If undeservedly he held one of these titles, How did he dare to show his drunken face, Such people do exist in our sad human race, I began crying, as I will never know, I saw no mother, in fact I saw no other.
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