She’s standing there on the corner,
Waiting, watching, praying
That she will be safe for the night
That she will score her next job
That she will be treated with respect
That she will not be judged.

She’s standing there on the corner.
Waiting and wondering,
Why life is so cruel to her.
Why she was drawn this card in life.
Why she is here.

She’s standing on that corner.
Watching/observing
The people walking past her.
Thinking quietly of the situation she’s in.

As a car just pulls up
She wavers in her potential new client.
Reassuring them that it’s okay.
Making them feel at ease.
She wonders of/about places that she will go too.
And what may or may not happen.

She’s standing on that corner.
Praying silently.
Just in that corner
Away from civilization
Just on her own
Just keeping to herself

As you walk past and see her on that corner.
You may find yourself looking down on her.
You may think she’s a low life.
With no pride with no self esteem
With no respect
No goals and
no love for herself

How wrong are you/we to think of it this way.
She is a survivor.
She is stronger than you or I
She’s got street smarts.
And inner strength
Courage and bravery.

She’s making something of herself.
Slowly and eventually
Who are we to judge?
We haven’t heard of her/ their story.
We don’t know how she has ended up where she is.

She’s trying her best to make something of herself.
To pay her rent
To pay her bills
To put food in her mouth
Maybe even her kid’s mouth

She’s a woman/lady.
She’s a scared young girl.
She’s a mum.
She’s a cleaner/maid.
She’s a nurturer.
She’s a councilor.
She’s too- a person.

-Never judge a book by their/It’s cover,
Have you walked a mile in their shoes?
(You haven’t walked a mile in their shoes.’)

© By HF-Whisper -21/2/2023
11:24AM