Street Kid
A litter girl sits,
she's watching the crowd,
they all pass her by
voices gathered quite loud.
She stares at faces,
wondering who they are
how they live
but they are distant, far.
She set herself apart
and forgot how to get back in
and once all those vacancy signs
now are lit "not open".
She muses on the passing crowd
no one seems to see her stare
she tries to introduce herself
but so busy, they pass on without care.
The little girl watches city lights
light the way grown dark
she wonders how to get those streetlights
to burn inside of her heart.
She wore her street rag clothing
shed found in the alley way
she remembered the park from the morning
where she and another woman's child had played.
When did she get here?
But no one it seems is asking
she has become a piece of the street scenery
something the city is masking
for these important people
cannot be bothered with street kids.
So they turn their head away
who they are it seems forbids
them from caring about her.
The little girl stands alone
people bustle by, never asking
"Little girl shouldn't you get on home?"
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