The Other Sides Of The rainbow

A girl, not little, but not yet adult, sleeps.

She sleeps on a warm bed, a bed that is too big to be cozy.

Her hair, perfect, and smells of strawberries and happy endings.

Her nose has only but smelled the finest perfumes.

Around her bed are liters of toys, all, big and small, scattered, creating a soup of toys.

She threw it away before she slept, if only to spite her father.

She knew it was petty, she knew it was childish, but it did not stop her.

Pretty soon, she would get what she wanted.

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A girl, not little, but not yet adult, sleeps.

She sleeps on a bed so small, too small even.

Her hair, a mess, and smelled of cigarettes and big hands.

Her nose, spoiled by scents too strong for a girl her age.

Surrounding her are noises; the walls being too thin.

She tries to block it off, drown it out, but can't.

She desperately wants to get away, escape.

Maybe, just maybe, she will.

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A girl, not little, but not yet adult, sleeps.

She sleeps on a bed made out of newspapers and cartons.

Her hair, unwashed for days, weeks, months(who knew?), and smelled of unspeakable smells.

Her nose, sensitive like a dog's, exposed to everything(and nothing).

Encircling her are her family. They, too are asleep.

She sleeps soundly(what does she dream?).

She has a dream of a life meant for more than survival.

I'm afraid to say that she would likely fail.

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((Note: I don't really know what this is about, to be honest, and I'm the author. I meant this to be a poem that shows the contrasts between the lives of different girls, one rich, one abused, and one on the streets. I don't really know how it relates to the site but...ah f*ck it, it just does.))