Two Broke Girls

Two Broke Girls

Two broke girls walked down the street,

With empty pockets and tired feet,

Dreaming of meals they could not buy,

Yet laughing underneath the evening sky.

One checked her purse for the tenth time,

Hoping money would somehow appear,

The other searched her account again,

But the balance remained painfully clear.

“Girl, I’m broke,” she slowly said,

“Same here,” her best friend replied,

They looked at each other, started laughing,

Because crying would hurt their pride.

They passed a restaurant glowing brightly,

The smell of chicken filled the air,

They stood outside for several seconds,

Pretending they were only passing there.

“Maybe tomorrow,” one whispered softly,

“Tomorrow, we will eat like queens.”

They walked away with hungry stomachs,

But carried beautiful, stubborn dreams.

They shared one bottle of water,

Split the last snack into two,

Because when one had almost nothing,

She still made sure the other had something too.

They dreamed of better mornings,

Of shopping without checking prices,

Of opening their bank applications

And seeing numbers that looked like prizes.

They wanted houses with large windows,

Cars parked proudly outside,

Trips across beautiful countries,

And enough money to enjoy life.

But beyond all those material dreams,

They wanted peace and security,

A life where unexpected problems

Would not always feel like emergencies.

So they kept moving forward,

Through disappointment, stress, and fear,

Encouraging one another,

Whispering, “Our time is near.”

They were broke, but they were fearless,

Poor in money, rich in hope,

And whenever life pushed them backward,

They found another way to cope.

Years from now, they promised,

They would remember these days,

The empty purses, cheap meals,

And laughter in difficult places.

They would sit together, smiling,

Counting everything they had achieved,

And proudly tell their younger selves,

“You survived. You believed.”

Two broke girls,

Two beautiful souls,

Two unfinished stories,

And dreams waiting to unfold.