The girl with no name
Sits on a red painted peeling bench
Surrounded by a pool of green grass
Looking out onto rocks and a lake
She is invisible
No one sees her
With her bright yellow scarf
And navy wool jacket
The autumn breeze bustling by
Large grey shapes shuffle and shuffle
She is worthless
No one validates her
The huge cradle she was rocked in
Loud cries at her birth
Memories of sandboxes and warm lunches
Promises and learning and diplomas unfulfilled
She is not a person
No one will hire her
The girl with no name
Sits on the edge of a blue double bed
Looking down at her worn Nikes
A man's underpants and crayons strewn
She has no identity
No one will call out “Sarah”
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