If you looked at the crowd,
You'd see many people.
Men, Women and Children,
All living day to day,
All going their separate ways.
If you looked at the Girl,
Would you see her face?
Would you know her Pain and Suffering?
Would you feel the pull and weight of her Sorrows?
Would you know how to make those feelings go away?
Would you see the tears she hides away?
No.
Why?
Because she has mastered the Art of Deception.
She is Quiet...
She is Cunning...
She is Alone...
She is Fighting...
A battle unseen.
She is Tired,
She is Hungry,
No place to go,
No home to return.
A person without home or country,
Always Alone.
On our city streets she silently walks,
She is the Hunter,
We are her prey,
She watches,
She listens,
She waits.
What could I say that could make you understand her ways?
The girl you pass randomly,
The person you have no interest to,
A child on the street.
Can't you see they are Hungry?
Can you not see their Misery?
Can you not feel they are Lonely?
A girl once like me,
She had a family and home.
She never went hungry and she was never alone.
Though life isn't always kind.
For now she wanders....
This girl you'll never know.
This one who stands alone.
Would you of helped her if you had known?
Would you of changed the fate of a single person?
The stranger you may never know.
The one whose life is now Lost.
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Created on November 30, 2012
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