Little Girl Poem by lorissa cowan

I see a little girl,
Standing on the street,
She’s crying and asking for help,

Her clothes are dirty and torn,
Her knees are red from a fall,
The tears stain her cheeks,

She pleads for help,
She’s hungry and tired,

People walk past,
Pushing her to the ground,
She falls crying,
With tears of pain,

She tries to get up,
But fell down again,
They trend over her,
She screams for help,

But on one came,
I wake up to find,
I had a dream,
That little girl was me