To Write Love On Her Arms

You see her
Walking down the street
In torn clothes
With battered feet

You see her
You laugh and stare
At her washed up look
Her dirty hair

You see her
And you don't offer to help her
Becuse she isn't 'normal'
And your rap song is saying 'She a slutty druggy for sure'

You see her
Love written on her arm
Needle hidden under her dress
Silver necklace missing it's gold charms

You see her.
You're not affected.
That's it.
Love is still written on her arm.