They look but do not see. Barefoot, dirty. Another lost cause on another street.

They hear without listening. Pleas for help blending in with city sounds. Her cries no longer a solo but a part of an everyday symphony.

They judge without knowledge. Born in hell, raised by the devil. Out of sheer desperation, she jumped out of the pan, and into the fire.

They pity without empathy. Her pain is an insult to their existance. Leftover sandwiches tossed hastily at her feet. Good deed done. They can sleep well tonight.

just a quick read out of curiousity... not bad... you have talent.. keep trying to improve.. wish u all the best

Thank you

A excellent short write, that speaks volumes......
The sharp blade of a pen, in the hand of a very talented writer.
That cuts deeply into the heart, mind, and soul of the reader.