The Real Big Issue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is based on an experience of mine which I decided to put into verse. I'm not entirely sure if I am happy with this work so any comments would really be appreciated.

Submitted: May 26, 2009

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The Real Big Issue

I’ll sit a while- to watch.
Is she Polish? Russian maybe, and her baby
is with her. Silently.
She loves him I know, she holds his hand tight,
but no one can see.

Hundreds pass, in their shirts
and their ties, but they’re cold while she cries
for her baby. Bastards.
I hate them,
though maybe, they just can't see.

The tears dry. She shouts
'Big Issue?' No dear, that’s you,
you deserve better than this.
She starts to sing, and she
is beautiful.

Jack Francis Perkin


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