A teen Or Eighteen? (The first flip by chamberlain Dre)
A skinny young woman, Stood shivering on that cold Foggy evening, Selling colourful tomatoes with her baby on her arms
It was quite a tragic sight. Matted hair, rumpled shirt, Looking forlorn and sad. In her bleak eyes a desperate plea I couldn’t ignore but see.
I bought tomatoes for my loving wife, My eyes with tears blind. I was overcome with guilt, Warm in my car custom built. This rich poor divide is Is just getting wide. Earning a living, lost childhood I found myself brood. Basic necessities To live with dignity Is everyone’s right I pondered as she went out of sight. So young, withered and wane, Is this Karma pre ordained?

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