Observe the girl, donning the floral apron
and flaunting the trimmed ribbon in her brown hair
like a prize that seems insubstantial to some, but
treasured by the vagrant boy who knows nothing more.
She holds a good-natured smile and keeps her mother's values
aligned with her heart, obediently attending Sunday school
every morning without a second thought and bringing small gifts to
her nanny every Saturday.
But do you see behind the facade?
Beyond the image of a docile girl,
deep down into the eyes of a troubled soul
who knows not what to do next?
Maybe you don't, but she does.