'Oh what a beautiful picture!'
       ' Oh what a beautiful girl in it!'

           'Oh yes, a beautiful picture!'
  'Oh what do you about the girl in it?'

    Her eyes betray her ancient grief,
   A new shelter every week; with no      
                    home in between,

Her smile wide, hiding her fears her      
      minds been so with preocupied      
          Would he come in tonight?

     Her cheeks flushed, shamed to be      
                        anoeroxic,
     Afterall, no one likes less than a      
              perfect ***** to be with,

     Her makeup fresh, her scar invisible  
                      underneath it,
   Should have never accepted all those    
             hits and kicks to begin with,

     Her shoulders back; they hurt,
   Her bump showing; eight months to      
       go and she does'nt even know it.

           'Oh yes a beautiful picture!'
           'Oh what a broken girl in it!'