Mishapen hands

She flashes me a smile,
Exposing her rancid black
Teeth. Her bloodshot eyes
Sparkle with life and astonishment.
She holds her disfigured hands out
To the ignorant bypassers, a flash of
Hope ignite her fragrant cheeks. Looks
Of disgust cloud her vision, doubt does
Not elude her fragile eyes. Her bare
Feet slaps the concrete. The loose blue
Fabric of what seemed to have been a
Dress exposed her white torso, bare
Bones crying out for a Taste of nourishment
But she utters no words of discontentment.
I merely spectate the dreded scene. My
exsitance is somewhat pittyful. As she
Is stomped out of the way of the belittled
Citizens, her smile falters. My presence
Enters the scene, she looks at me with
Wild hazel eyes. A small coin escapes
My hand and finds its place amongst her
Fingers.

For all orphan kids struggling out there,
Your cry is not left unheard.