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life of a street child

Poetry By: kwakupobi

its a poem

Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Please have mercy. Please have pity on me.

I sit with one question, what am I doing here?

No one looks upon me. No one sees me.

I am but a motherless child.

A child with no shelter, An Oliver with no hope.

I sit in the dirt, I cry in my pain, I call with no help.

I struggle each day to find milk and honey.

I search through my paradise for which is but their waste.

I ask, was I born or is this a form of punishment for my previous life?

Is she thinking of me? Is he searching for me?

A child with no hope, a future with no life, a waste.

My heart sings of hope each day.

My mind thinks of death each day.

My body lives on filth each day.

But I will not give up. I will live, I will shine.

Do they see me? Am I human?

Yet still people pass me by like I don't exist.

I call to you. I make signs, lifting my hands to my mouth.

But all you do is to move away quickly like I am a disease.

If I were your child you will huge me, you will kiss me and hold never letting go.

What's wrong with me? Why did she live me?

Or was the bond so weak that she didn't care.

Why me oh God? Why the pain for joy?

So will I beg to death or will I beg to live?

I lay down now in the mist of darkness. I lay down now in the cold breeze.

I lay and think will my angel appear tomorrow or will the devil bash me again?

Where are you oh mother? Where are you oh father?

It's your child in ties again.

But I smile and look up into the sky knowing that the Lord is my parent now.

So may you joy while I cry, for I will never know if you loved me that much?


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