A fleeting glimpse

She sits under the tin roof
waiting for sundown, a thoughtless dream
sunshine beckons everyday
so do the nights of silver beams
She walks past the 2 foot house
the crazy sidewalks
and crowded streets
where endless conversations talk
 She goes to school 
empties her smiles
comes back home
to an empty long while
The new house on that street
unwelcomes her with both arms
she goes in to that hell
the daily chore that brings her harm
The day ends in the 2 foot heaven
next to the safe sighs of her mom
but then the next day always dawns
she’d never fight where she comes from

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