I am so tired of hearing about the children born to rich and famous actors and singers, and how they are so much better than other child on this earth is.

This Saturday morning, the airwaves are filled with news of Blue Ivy, the daughter of Beyonce and Jay-Z, so what. pictures can be viewed on the parent’s website. I refuse to provide the link.

Does this baby girl poop any different from your kids? I’m pretty sure the stink won’t be any different than your kids. The old saying that the stink from rich kids poop smells better, not true. Does her diaper go on any different from your kids? Well, maybe, she has someone to put it on for her, other than her parents. I don’t see Beyonce touching that dirty diaper. It’s all the same, screaming and yelling at two in the morning to be feed, and mom having to get up, that duty she can’t give to some other woman. Or maybe she can try. Who knows, money can buy a lot of things.

My point is, kids are all the same except for one thing. The little girl that gets out of bed every morning, you know, the one behind the cardboard boxes in the alley. The one that lives on the streets of New York, Los Angles, Chicago, Dallas, Miami or whatever city USA, or country you live in. Each morning she goes looking for the one meal she may get for the whole day.

It’s not her fault that her mom or dad or both are drug addicts, and are still asleep, and could care less. No one was there to take her picture when she was born in the dirty rags in the alley five years ago. No one could put her pictures on the family website and make her look all fancy and pretty. No one checks on her every night when she wakes up screaming when the rats start to nibble on her toes.

Every morning she rises with the sun and wonders down the street looking for her next meal. Checking each trash basket for some uneaten piece of a meal she can consume or take home to save for later in the day. Her favorite location, the basket in front of McDonald’s, there’s something always in that basket. She hurries along to be the first there. Others know her secret location and it’s first come first serve.

People on the street watch as this child walks alone, some take notice and care, but just for an instant, and move along. She reaches the basket and begins to dig.

Several employees at McD have seen the little girl before, but they don;t do much other than watch. This location also happens to be a bus stop. Setting on the bench is a young man who is consuming a McD Sausage McMuffin, and he watches the child as she digs into the trash. He’s dressed in jeans and casual shirt with his computer bag over his shoulder. He doesn’t look as if he’s missed to many meals himself, his stomach extends past his belt. The average college educated consumer today.

He watches the girl while he continues to stuff his face and consume his morning coffee. He finds what she is doing amusing. There is a bag next to him, and it is evident that in the bag is another sandwich. His next meal, one he could do without.

The little girl keeps one eye on the man on the bench. She is concerned he may take want what she finds, she trust no one. The other eye she keeps on the objects in the trash, and finds what she is looking for, a half eaten burger from yesterday. She grabs the burger and checks for ants and other bugs. Brushes them off and begins to eat it like a ravenous dog. She hasn’t eaten in over 24 hours. She is hungry and knows this could be her only meal today.

One eye continues to watch the crowd around her as she eats to make sure that no one else is planning to attach her basket. The man on the bench and passer s by continue to watch, yet no one offers her any money or food. They would much rather watch the show in front of them. Several stop and take pictures or videos with their smartphones, we have become a nation of video junkies. Several post will appear later in the morning on YouTube of the child.

We jump back to the Blue Ivy pictures, people would rather look at those than think about the girl living on the street.

The man on the bench continues to watch the girl, smiling at what he sees. He notices his bus coming and pulls out his smart phone. He takes a picture of the girl as she eats her second piece of food she found in the basket. This will be his conversation topic of the day. He grabs his bag of food and jumps on the bus as the doors open. He never considered offering the young girl any money to purchase food in the local McDonald’s, or even the bag in his hand.

As soon as he arrives at work, he hears about Blue Ivy, jumps on the internet, and views all the pictures thinking about how he would like to have a child like Blue Ivy some day. He has forgotten about the little girl on the street. Blue Ivy is so much better than the poor little girl on the street is.

We are all more worried about Blue Ivy than we are about the little girl on the street. Today her picture will be on a website just like Blue Ivy, but it will be for others to laugh at and make jokes about. People will laugh and and call her names. No one will think about her as their daughter.