Cruelty

Rush afternoon at 3 o’clock In the corridor Near the saloon, Mini skirted, tinted braided hair Painted lips, Blushed cheek bones Heavy mascara eye lashes Uniform and books wrapped up Hidden in a hole in the wall She is thirteen Trying to look twenty Leather jacket and high heeled boots From where she got God only knows Looking at the posh cars Passing by rich guys Her eyes telling tales No one really cares She is looking around with fear Around the corner a flabby woman Staring like a vulture Spying on a dear’s carcass Once she finished her mission in the morning Has to remove her makeup in a rush Rub the crushed uniform with her palms She has to be back in the school desk How she focuses her sleepy head God only knows