On looking upward,
and I saw a face;
cold as ice,
hard as rock,
expressionless.
Wiping the sweat away,
cruelly with the end of,
scarf she wore.
Looking constantly straight,
as if nothing bothered her.
And I looked down,
fearful of the screams;
of untold stories,
of the buried wishes,
of the beauty-seeking eyes....
For she was human too!
Dedicated to one of the minority girl who had accompanied one of my client!
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