Waiting for Superman

A reminder; putting a spotlight on those who aren't as blessed.

She falls

scraping her knee

on the concrete

dropping something.

 

Everything,

rolling off the curb

into the gutter

to lodge

in the grate

above the sewer

above the rushing

raging fecal river.

 

She pauses

long enough to brush off the dirt

wipe up the blood

careful not to inhale.

 

One charm in the box

sweeter than the rest

a long legged beauty

humming a familiar tune

over their white noise

at stiff lipped suits

making promises

their dimes dropped

digits flipped at girls

who go to school

in the same stained dress

day after day.

Silent and

 

drained of color

who hope for better,

knee deep in filth

with only stiff smiles

out-stretched palms

and the dog eared comics

of super  heroes

to rescue them.

 

Reviews

[ErikHansen67]

Wow. Really good flow to this. I also liked your use of imagery; this poem took me places. Well done.