She

She huddles against the grit of a brick wall, 
In the grime of the alleyway, 
Unable to keep warm, 
The knife of hunger in her belly, 
Too tired to look for food. 
A stranger walks by, frowns at her, 
His lip curled, 
And her instinct is to run 
Before she is struck again, 
Simply for living on the streets. 
Every now and then, someone kind 
Will give her a scrap of food, 
Even say something in a warm tone 
That makes her feel less like 
Garbage scattered across the alley 
That she calls home. 
  
She often wonders if her situation 
Would be considered any more tragic 
If she were a human being starving in the cold.

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