THE GIRL IS NOT A CONCUSSION OF POVERTY

So, I wrote this piece, sometime ago in this year, after I had seen girls wandering in on the street like houseflies.
I think I was inspired by the looks there. We girls have something to bring to the world one day. Someone would say, it is our fate to suffer. But those people are ignorant to the fact that, life is a journey with many obstacles and there is surely a light at the end of the tunnel.

All comments and critiques are welcomed to help me build up as a novice.
Enjoy...
THE GIRL IS NOT A CONCUSSION OF POVERTY!

Before you regurgitate, trying to form a resolution to the cub,
kissing the fire with heartbreaking hopes-
remember, she's doing that to amend her broken lips,

before you spit out your weak-spirited passion unto;
the carefree lad, rolling his dewy eyes above the heavens, with the agony of famishment,
recall that scene at dawn...her hopes are built in the realisms in the cloud_

before you judge a girl, feeding mouths like a cat; passing milk to a kitten...
take it as the scene of hallucination...for, the poor girl has superseded her mother's

...
learning to become a woman,

before you mention the call of struggle, pointing to a beautiful-muddy girl; she is a lion, trolling her fingures in the dust, with ants, like a guidance:
don't forget to notice the leader of women, standing vigorously...
She is rehearsing one of the functions of a leader(manager)...'direction'...

before you scream from frustration, to the torn child, running after your car,
don't judge quickly from your mood; she is accumulating the seven treasures, 
to template your world of repercussions,

after you gauge the tattered girl, ejecting smoke at a gasping mood,
refer her not, a smoker;
She is just branding to live long with uncured scars;

like the scars of wealth, that the rich doesn't want to heal...

don't get it as a dilemma of surprise, it's a normality for girls like us_ precise...

don't hesitate to offer a meal without hand, we've known a pilaw before hand,

but before you make a fool out of yourself, pestering your mind to believe...a homeless girl,
amazing your eyes on a girl who drinks 'serax', to tame her madness;

do have a pen and paper brain, to interpellate your obsolete deception...the girl is not a concussion of poverty!