How Sad Man Bad

A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant Stood in the rain, Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles Swollen, she was in pain. She often stood on the corner of this Busy street, Begging everyone, someone please give me Anything to eat. Her eyes vacant, she just Blankly stared, No one in this vast rushed world Actually cared. Often bought her a MacDonalds or Kentucky meal, Her situation inhumane, horrific Almost unreal. She was weak, could hardly walk, Seemed to be 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, Said shhhhhhh, 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, still somewhat fair, A cigarette hanging from his mouth, Came from somewhere Out of nowhere, 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, not minding who Was standing by the door, Cruel, filthy mouthed, continually cursing, Who was this bad man shunning her hurting, Husband, father or brother, I’ll never know, I saw no mother! Poem Of The Day on 2/09/2021