the first time i saw her

i couldn't help but stare 

i could tell she had layers of clothes

she wore her socks over her pants

they looked big

like an elephants foot

everyday i saw her

wearing the same cloths

she doesn't say much 

i wonder what she is thinking

her face tells us a story

her life hasn't been easy

but she is strong

she sits there on that green bench

watching people come and go

sees buses stop and leave

she doesn't accept help from others

and i ask myself why?

i want to help her but how

yet again she is a strong

independent women who happens

to live in the streets