I'm that poor woman in rags!

I was born and flung

in the dumping area

An old woman took me in.

But she died sooner than I expected.

Her relatives kicked me out of her house.

Immediately after her death,

I migrated to the streets at the age of nine.

I grew up hustling to survive.

I grew up as a tiny little girl.

That tiny girl developed into a poor woman.

To a grown-up poor woman

The same street beggar

The woman who is alone.

I am the woman in misery.

I do not have a place to call my own.

I dwell everywhere.

with hopes for a brighter tomorrow.

But God does not allow me to go to sleep hungry.

I eat by searching for food in waste bins.

I get something to eat, and life continues.

I'm still the same, but I'm old now.

Everyone calls me the poor woman.

They don't even know my name.

I'm that poor woman in rags!