Miss Felicity Matilda Sam

• Muskan Nanchahal
• Poetry
• 2013

I sit fighting my tears,
As everyone walking past jeers,
I feel truly very lost,
Like I’m dying in the icy frost.
With my very sore feet,
I cower on the corner of the street,
I am ever very lonely,
Sitting, lying on the road, Baloney.
My life rocks back and forth on a porcupine’s back,
The confidence in life is what I lack,
Right now, here I am,
Miss Felicity Matilda Sam,
My family left me long ago,
To roam these streets-to and fro.
All the kids who used to jeer have gone away,
Left me alone to just decay.