Saturday, January 15, 2005

The Little Girl In White

Each day,I would turn and see
A little girl,in her white long latin dress.
She always had that icy stare.

I used to wonder
Why this girl never smile,
Never laugh,never in a group of friends.

Then one day,
As I turn around that corner,
I saw her and her mommy too!

Her mother appears to be drunk,
She was beating her,
Scolding and chasing her down the street.

The girl was crying and begging for mercy
But her mom just don't seem to care.
She torn apart her beautiful white dress.

The girl fell,sink down to the ground
Withdraw to herself,
She cried until there was no more tears.

At that moment,I drop a tear and I finally knew why
She couldn't smile,couldn't laugh,
Couldn't be in a group of friends.