Somebody's Daughter

She is somebody's daughter
but now she belongs to the streets,
where she dances with the traffic
begging for kindness.

The headlights shine on her
illuminating her hollow face,
ragged body and torn dirty
clothes.

I look at her and wonder,
was she ever pretty,
did she ever wear a frilly dress
did she ever look her best.

I wonder if she ever had an
easy life, where she was loved and
cared for
perhaps somebody's wife?

Maybe her life was brutal from the start,
an un-wanted child from a broken home
neglected by her parents.

Maybe that's why she's an addict

Maybe she never had a chance

The only thing for certain is that
she is somebody's daughter