The girl was walking in the streets.
Wearing headphones listening to a beat.
Then a giant truck came.
She wasn’t quick on her feet.
No one knew who she was.
She fed the homeless.
Gave rescue animals a home.
She was an unknown angel.
She never used labels.
But she used razors.
Bullied for her weight.
And for not being straight.
She is an unknown angel.
Who now is free.
There must be someway outa here …… She found it.Love this poem.. There is a beautiful strength under the sad words.Thank you Austin.. don't ever stop writing.
Unknown angel is now free from sadness. Very interesting poem shared with reality. Nice and wise sharing.10
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She fed the homeless. Gave rescue animals a home. She was an unknown angel. She is free now. a sad undertone . but she has achieved now freedom which she deserves because of her goodness. thank you dear poet.. tony