A Poem To Make Emily Strong Poem by RIC BASTASA

you pack up your clothes
take on the little money you save
from your hometown

now you have come to this city
of sin
where people come and go
where friends are rare
where nights are colder even with the flurry of city lights

where faces have no eyes and ears to see you
needing help
crying

why have you come here and look for love?

there is no love here, only indifference
a little cruelty

well, perhaps to make you strong.