Big_Girl

This is my big shoe
left to me by a world gone mad
Everyday I walk eleven miles with a tin cup
begging for air and fresh fish
Immersed with the thickness of living
I constantly look for a friend
you pass me by unaware
not waiting to lend me compassion
your ear's auricle is my highest desire
and my hours of bidding was for a stool to wash your heart
here in afghanistan im nothing
homeless and deserted
wishing for cool air from stoic winds