Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Please, I have three babies

It seems like the closer I got the less I actually understood.

She walks through the subway everyday, 
and greets me as I enter the office,
she holds a sign telling her story, 
and whispers her pleas..

Her smile is sincere, filled with truth,
Her tears are pure, filled with hope,
Her jingle is catchy and hard to forget
Her reality is piercing, sticks with you forever.







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