The Beggar Girl Poem by Charlotte Pinkney

She sat there,
And stayed there,
Not moving,
For a day.

She lay there,
And stayed there,
Not moving,
For a night.

People passed her,
They didn't ask her,
They took her things
They made her cry.

She lay there,
In the street,
Now not breathing,
Now not seeing,
Now not caring.

If people had not passed her,
If they had maybe asked her,
Had left her things and
Had not made her cry,

The beggar girl,
The homeless one,
The tired one,
The young one,
Would maybe not have died.