The Lonely Girl © - Poem by Frana B
When I take a long look in the mirror,
This is what I see,
A lonely girl with teary eyes,
Staring back at me.
She looks at herself up and down,
Her clothes are old and jagged
Her face is covered all over with dirt,
And her hair is slightly ragged.
I really do feel sorry for this girl,
She has no reason for life,
Her spirit is to be wasted away,
Her days are to end in strife.
The reason this girl will die so soon,
Possibly even today,
Because there was a merchant looking for love,
So her parents sold her away.
The rest of her family are now happy, though,
But she is abused by this filthy man,
She waits all day and when he comes home,
She has to struggle all she can.
I am very sorry to say so,
But this girl is me,
And when she looks in the mirror,
That is all she can see.
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