Angelica
I didn't get to know her, not even her name.
She asked for money, and I only had a quarter.
She was a young lady with eyes of hunger
whose face was hidden behind what
seemed to be weeks of dirt.
Never have I felt more saddened and disappointed
That I could not give aid to one in need of assistance.
I never saw her again but will always remember her.
I decided to assign her the name, Angelica.
She became the inspiration to reach out to many
Others on the street and down on their luck.
There have been many more like Angelica, and
because of her, I was prepared to help them.
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