Come sun or come rain
Standing on the rotten corners
In the hot or in the cold
Wearing the same torn clothes

Every time used, clove-d
Never, ever! Not once loved
Since the unwanted birth
Always mistreated, no worth

A sleep, blocks the screams
Only then she begins to dream
Without stares, she goes far
To where, …there are no scars

Every day is the same
But, she got used to the blame
All alone in the world
A beaten effort, voiceless word

They walk and they look
She is ignored, heads they shook
There is only suffocation
Breathless! Has fed the occasion?

Standing & watching life pass
Sitting on a pat, wondering: its last
No childhood. And no, no teen
She’s a woman, the girl has nothing

© Ricardo Sexton