Her Daughter

I saw the most beautiful woman yesterday

She was in front of me in line at the 711

Tall and leggy

Honey silk skin.

Rounded almond eyes with a piercing green stare

High cheekbones with button nose.

She was beautiful

I have thought of her often since

Someone’s daughter, sister and friend

Her mothers hopes and dreams

 and nightmares….

This beautiful stunning creature

Is now working the streets

Three-inch glitter heels and exposed flesh

Maps of track marks trace her arms

Dark spheres surround her vibrantly sad eyes

Her once immaculate designer bag

Covered in dried grass and patches of mud

From the creek bed she calls home.

She can’t be older than twenty-six

Old enough to make her own bad choices

Young enough to be saved

I cried for her mother today

For the fear and pain she must live with

Wondering if her baby is ok, if she’s cold

Or hungry

Her beautiful little girl is not ok

She has lost her way.  

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

An everyday tragedy described here. The track marks on her arms indicate why she does what she does. Sad.
PS: Do a spell check on the word after "Three inch glitter."

[Monday Parker]

Thank you so much.