Two Women

A narrow alley opened to a street

A young, impressionable, vulnerable kid

She wore shambles while I was decked up

That was a scene clearly messed up

I summoned my privilege-driven conscience

Despite resistance

I just thought I could do a miracle

But sadly she has fallen into a circle

I had assumed she was homeless

Only to find out she was also fatherless

That is indeed a tragedy

But tragedy seems worse without indemnity

I had already made up my mind

To put her woes to rest and be kind

I wish I had known she wasn't the only one

Because poverty, unlike abundance, never feeds alone.