Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Stories from the Street
NOBODY SEES HER
She's sitting huddled in the corner of the building shivering in the cold
NOBODY SEES HER
She's sitting in the back of a greasy cafe' hunched over a cup of coffee
NOBODY SEES HER
She's waiting for a John to pick her up
NOBODY SEES HER
She's sitting on a filthy floor covered with used pints, garbage and empty beer bottles
NOBODY SEES HER
She's lying on the cold hard ground some John has dumped her on
NOBODY SEES HER
She's puking as she slaps and prods her veins so that the rig can give her a moment of feeling good
NOBODY SEES HER
She's a junkie people say; she's nothing
NOBODY SEES HER
She's a missing, fogotten and lost girl
STILL, NOBODY SEES HER
But today, everybody sees her. She is found in an unmarked hole in the ground.
Written by Betty Nordin
First printed in Songs of the Street Poetry Anthology
She's sitting huddled in the corner of the building shivering in the cold
NOBODY SEES HER
She's sitting in the back of a greasy cafe' hunched over a cup of coffee
NOBODY SEES HER
She's waiting for a John to pick her up
NOBODY SEES HER
She's sitting on a filthy floor covered with used pints, garbage and empty beer bottles
NOBODY SEES HER
She's lying on the cold hard ground some John has dumped her on
NOBODY SEES HER
She's puking as she slaps and prods her veins so that the rig can give her a moment of feeling good
NOBODY SEES HER
She's a junkie people say; she's nothing
NOBODY SEES HER
She's a missing, fogotten and lost girl
STILL, NOBODY SEES HER
But today, everybody sees her. She is found in an unmarked hole in the ground.
Written by Betty Nordin
First printed in Songs of the Street Poetry Anthology
