Living In the Shadows
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Poetry/Free Verse/living in the shadows
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1580-451-22
All Rights Reserved, 2023
Written September 22, 2023
For the International Contest, Shadows
Sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 09/24/2023
Second Place

the shadows are my home
cruel streets is where I wander
a cardboard box in an alley my bed
as gloomy shapes pass me without a care
a poor runaway kid
once, I had a home and a family
once, I had a sweet mother who loved me
memories come
my dad is a bad drunk
he beat my mom until she died
I ran into the night as he chased me
he gave up trying to caught me
that's when I changed
and became a shadow
hiding my face during the day
I survive by begging for some money
in the dim evening a child pathetic
tugs at peoples heart strings
sometimes, a kind baker gives the poor bread
I am always ready to run away
it is raining
I cup my hands to drink
and wash my dirty face
in a store window I see knotted hair
my fate is bleak and I am tired, tired, tired
so, I gather all my little girl courage
and walk out of the shadows
and touch a policeman's hand . . .
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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