Lady Projection

She had done up her hair
I’d seen her standing there
Rain and shine
Holding her sign

Almost a living fixture
A living breathing mixture
Of bad luck and circumstance
Bad luck and no finance

But today her hair done up
A smile upon her face
Defiantly to say

“Look at me
“I’m the Human Race!”

And I became aware
Almost enough to care
Her sign read ‘Single Mother…’
Her look not like the others
‘Single mother—Laid off work’
(By some inhuman jerk?)

She braved the heat
The dusty street
Suffered callous faces
Eyes diverted other places

But today her auburn hair
Glinted in the sun
Bright enough for everyone
To see

But who would notice?
Anyone but me?
Who would look and know
The care that she had taken
To be shunned and thus forsaken

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