Sophie Shaw

In a darkened room,
Sat a little girl, abandoned,
Her clothes torn,
Her hair knotted,
Her skin dry,
Her eyes watery,
Her teeth black,
Her nails broken,
Abandoned,
She stared at me,
I comforted her,
And told her 'everything will be okay'
I went to get help,
But nobody cared,
Except me,
I went to the shops to get some clothes,
But they didn't want to sell any to me,
I am known as 'the one who helped the tramp'
Nobody wanted to know me,
Nobody understood why I wanted to help,
People that are homeless, poor,
We are all a gift from God,
Accept people for who they are,
Not where they live, not what they wear, not by their looks,
But by their personality.