Little Girl
There was a little girl
who stayed hidden behind the Pegout tyres
Hidden behind our judgmental stares
we whispered and muttered
our eyes round in awe
and sought to see the apparition
that was a pregnant girl
Oh little girl, how bitter were the tears you shed
beneath the unhappy rooms
in a home full of shame and recriminations
how you tried to hide your being
from our prying judgemental eyes
Oh little sad girl,
I hope Fortune gave you the comfort denied you once
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