Behind Those Eyes Poem by R. Erin Milana

In the crowded midday, across the street,
i saw a little girl with a bunch of rose
Her smile is so sweet,
in her ragged clothes

“Mam..sir..please buy one of my flower..”,
under the heat of the sun on a busy road,
trying hard to shout with her last power
Her eyes so sad, still hardly smile with proud

You don’t have to look a little closer
just to see behind those eyes
She fight her hunger,
and hide her dreams

Why can’t I be like the other?
go to school and play with friends,
grow up with a figure of a mother,
bedtime stories and a father hands

How can i light the sparks in that little eyes of her?
is by paying those roses are enough? , do you think?
I guess we have to think much further,
just by saying “what a pity” is never gonna changed anything