Stench. Torn clothes and dirty dreads
Teeth, blackish yellow. Finger nails long
Filled with dirts. Eyes black and wary
Broken lips with fresh wounds. Firm breast
Dangling from her worn out patched up
Rags. In her previous life, she must have
Been a goddess, for the beads in her waist are
Colorful. Both hands full of recycled objects
Probably her reward for the day’s scavenging
She tied stuffed clothes round her back like
A mother backing her baby, I was near tears.
How did such madness take over this beauty?
Lots of passerby, myself included-yet..