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*Survival Of The Fittest*

Poetry By: Spirit Of Freedom
Literary fiction



Autobiographical. Living on the streets in my teen years.


Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets
Because I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age
She religiously drummed into me
'blood is thicker than water'
And yet
Here I am today
Confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No family
No friends
No home, to go too
Just peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth, again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You're classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the inner love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength
Being my guide
My personal life line
In surviving this crazy world
We all live in




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