My name is Abigail
I live life alone
My Parents are unknown
I am not famous
I have no fortunes
I am often abused on these mean streets
I have no place to run to retreat
I am poor
The streets are all that I know
I steal to eat for food
People think I am worth nothing
I never had a husband and never knew love of a boyfriend
Thinking back with having a life I could never take back
My teats are starting to fall
Yet all people can say is poor Abigail
I don’t dwell on self-pity
Yes I am surrounded being in a big city
Perhaps I have loss my way
The fact being I have no place to stay
The alley street is my home
It has no address but that is where I roam
I am a woman in my own right
It’s survival and I am living the plight
There is often darkness and no light
Faith is all that I have
Heaven above being my inspiration
I have weary thoughts and my eyes are slowly closing to sleep
This is my own soul to keep
It’s been awhile, but for now I must say goodnight.