Pigtails and backpacks
The rambunctious swarm
Black tights and hairspray
Somehow you're left out today
The velocity of growth
Hasn't yet finished it's work
The stunning looks hit your eyes
But you're still just a child
In your hoodie, your lavender backpack
Trying desperately to twist the joy of youth
Into something you're not sure of... how does this work exactly?
"Please, do you have any change?"
And where is the man that was holding that sign yesterday?
Is there an empty seat in a classroom somewhere today?
What horrors come to coerce you into this post?
If only the change could be
Never holding that foul sign again
Never pausing on corners, but to laugh
Arms slung over the shoulders of friends
Please go look at these pictures that tell a small part of the story of the Roma Gypsies.