She Walks
Amidst the broken windows
The blowing trash on the sidewalks
She walks, cheekbones prominent
Head held high
Past drunks, huddled against the cold
Past the shrunken veins of stoned addicts
She walks, leaning into the wind
Her step steady
Empty lots littered with glass to her right
On her left, boarded-up residences, nevertheless
She walks, her love for her children
Filling her tear-stained heart
To a bus stop, then a train station,
Another bus stop, and then finally
She walks, to those pretty, far-away castles
To polish her diamonds' futures
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