She was second rate

a girl in rags and cheap jewelry

in the winter,

threadbare

in the summer,

working her bones

under the scorching sun

with only a few dollars

to buy her bread,

a roof over her head

Uneducated,

and so she reached for the stars

when she reached only as far as the moon,

she had only herself

to forage for comfort and bread.

 

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