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Pah, pah, pah poetry…

 

Watch me as I lie here, in a smelly alleyway

I’m not a real citizen, I’ve nothing to say

My face is unshaven, my shoes have many holes

I walk the streets at night, with other empty souls

To you I’m just like dirt, a piece of chewing gum on your shoe

I don’t have feelings, hopes or dreams, no, I’m not like you

I steal, I threaten, I start fights and shoot up

I’m good enough for nothing, so I’ll just beg here with my cup

But little do you know, that I once had a family too

Except my father used to beat me, until I was black and blue

I think my mother loved us, but she loved her needles more

I woke up and her legs were dangling, I was only four

In school they used to push me around, said my father was a bum

The teachers left me out of things, said I was too dumb

Then I started using, and they kicked me out of school

Dad threw me out of the house, said I was an idiot, a fool

I’ve been on the streets a year now, suppose I’ve learnt to cope

Every day I live in fear, so I just pray and hope

I try to numb my feelings, but inside I’m filled with rage

When will you see me as being a real person? When will your opinion change?

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