~I Know the Real Bag Lady~

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One bag
Two bags
Three bags four
Light caramel skin
She knows the struggles of the poor
Full lips and hips
With natural hair
Bystanders look, watch, and stare
I see the scars this lady bears

I know this lady
I know her
She is me
Like I am her
She carries what I carry
And feels my burdens so
I know the real bag lady
She is deep down in my soul

I said, I know the real bag lady
Mornings and nights in the streets
Hungry and looking for a bite to eat
She gets stronger and stronger as the day goes by,
I look in her eyes and want to cry
Tears create a pond and I see my reflection
This lady looks like me is my first impression

Eyes light brown
Dragging bags around town
I know this lady
I know her
She is me
Like I am her
She carries what I carry
And feels my burdens so
I know the real bag lady
I said, I know the real bag lady
But.....do you?