Daughter of the Streets

She stands at the same place
Plain faced, bright-eyed innocence
Arms always forwarded----alms whatelse?
Yet there is no lust in those eyes
"What am I asking for?"
Consequences? All unknown!

She tosses her hair
Like any actress
But here the face is not painted; neither masked.

There are abrasions,
She has to endure.
A flipped coin and she skips
But before she can smile-
her hands are emptied.
Her stature repoised.

There are dreams, but blurred.
There is no language in her mind
No sympathy. neither apathy,
So emotionless...yet so alive.

"Childhood is a bliss", they say
She stretches the same journey
For her womanhood will be exploited.
Daughter of street that she is, will only produce her likes.