We Know Her
An old chipped bowl.
A bent and jagged edged spoon.
Is all that she holds.
A flour sack dress,
Sandals made from an old tire,
are her daily clothes
Scrabbling at the dump,
Digging through trash to find life.
Bits of rot for food
Water from a drain,
Brackish, foul. Her only drink.
Only bath, the rain.
Who is this person?
We know her. For she portrays
the face of many.
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