What does she have? What is hers...

Hers is the tears she cries at night

Hers is the shining bright light

Hers is a future that isn’t bright

Hers is a life of feel not sight

Hers is a place so damp and cold

Hers is a life where she has to be bold

Hers is a place she runs from a scold

Hers is a mind where her dreams unfold

Hers is a place where she runs and hides

Where in the end her mama dies

Hers is a world she doesn’t understand

Where she tries to get up, but too weak to stand

Hers is a life where needs seem simple

Asking for shoes and food and love too ample?

Hers is a life where she fights for survival

On the streets where her friends and her are tribal

Hers is a life where her choices are instinctual

Hers are the streets so dark she walks alone

Hers is the reality where she knows no revival

Hers is a life by turned cheeks a nation condones

Hers is still a little girl, through her eyes this is shown

Hers is a mind where she wants to capture a dream already flown

But, she is a fighter

She will find her way

She will see through to the light of day

She is not forgotten

Her voice will be heard

Through the eyes in this picture

An AWARENESS is stirred...