Alone
And she is sitting
Hard beneath her
(never meant to be like this)
Baby close, she grips it tight
Feels the stares, someone watching
Always judging
(never meant to be like this)
Concrete wall encases buildings
Where women pass, their cloth of gold
And she is wearing walmart,
Eating aldi, feeling cheap
Beneath the stares
(never meant to be like this)
Alone
He was supposed to be here
She shifts the child,
9 months old
. . . .
Alone
9 months old
For 18 months
He was supposed to be here
(never meant to be like this)
She asks a stranger for the money
Asks a man for train fare home
And dies
As he watches her
Eagar for the money
Whore
She hears
Though as he walks aways
She knows
He never said
A word
. . . Alone . . .
(never meant to be like this)