• Seeing her, in the hall way, sidewalk, Coffey shop. She’s the girl in the corner; far aside from everything, the girl that never speaks. Cruelty always seems to bleed through her presence and through the glares she is given. This girl is not cruel, but has been stained by cruelty. Even so no one lends a hand, this girl, banished by the upper hand, conforms to what she blends against. Seeing her, no one knows her story, this woman’s tragedy.