The begger with no gender

It was somewhere between a man or a woman
despaired and shaken trying to utter her words to beg
Trying to get by there on the pavement
face full of make up and sad voice coming out to beg

Her face looked like it had recieved the grimey street tiles as a pillow
And her words creaked out with sprinkles of panic
There´d be no comfort this day for this helpless soul appealing to crowds
Although she moved slowly her body was frantic

She pleaded with the sane and ran ducked and took cover from the rain
Each coin made it into her hand from grams of sadness in her heart
That she´d never be believed her scars and struggle didn´t have a meaning
Passerby´s avoided eye contact during her lunch cry time

She was a transexual begger lost in the frowny rush of the mainstreets hurry mob
pushed along by their directions
gasping just to touch one of them, but essentially lost
obedient to a pimpy fate