Alicja Kuberska writes

A stranger

It seems to me, 

I know her from somewhere.
The familiar eyes look at me.
A smile lights up her face.

She holds a diploma in hand
And believes that she can easily
Change a man and the world.
Naive girl.

Young mother
Matured with love.
Secrets of the night were to be

The happiness of days.

Power suited business woman
Sells her soul for pennies

And is screwed by corporations.
One day she will wake up.

Time is merciful

It steals moments from memory

Leaving only small fragments
And whispers of her, behind

Young Woman With Diploma -- Neysa McMein