The sun beats down, the traffic roars, Her head held high, her eyes full of strength. She balances the weight with ease, with steady hands. Her eyes are fixed, her lips are pursed,

Your thirst empowers her The value she brings is always timely Hawking life's pure stream, In every drop you take is a possibility of achieving her dreams. So why don't you buy and see her hope gleam She offers a drink, A respite from the heat of the day.

They take her up on her offer, And she smiles as she makes their sale.

She is a victim of the system, She is a product of her environment, She is a reflection of society.

She is a woman of the streets, She is a survivor. She is a symbol of hope, She is a reminder that even in the midst of despair, There is always a chance for a better tomorrow.