The Lady on Adams and Wells

She sits with her legs crossed
Her eyes centered to the knowledge
She holds this knowledge with her frigid hands

Her cheeks turn bright pink
And her smile erodes a brilliant white
Like the color of her skin

She doesn’t ask for anything
All she does is hum and sing
She doesn’t hold a cup out
Hoping for loose change to feed her addiction

She doesn’t stop me and ask
for a full flask
of a toxin to make her problems go away

She holds her sign with pride
Survivor of Domestic Violence it read

Underneath the sign
She holds her addiction
Her passion and medication

She survives the frigid cold
Underneath a blanket of bolded words
Paperback or hardcover
Her friends dismantle
The possibility of shame from her mother

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