Slum Suvivor
in my tepory shelter
out in the cold
no one knows what
each knight will unfoled,
you get so hungry
you can allmost hear your stomache cry
when its below zero
your to scared to sleep
incase you die,
you colud maybe find some dry newspappers
to put inside your clothes to try to keep you warm
but even then you still might not make it through until dawn
when you need help the most your not sure if enyone
will come
its not life living in a slum.
by james chtistian please surport the homelss and those living in slum's or
tempare shelters. this year and next i did it for 1 night it was hard enough but
a life time in a slum ' is tough.
Copyright © James Christian | Year Posted 2009
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