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Street life

I am born to hassle
Grown to live with hustlers
I am born in the street and raised in the waves of nowhere
I am the daughter of the cage
Under the bridge is where I lay my head
I am the seed of poverty
Hunger is what drives me wild
I am a friend to a snow and
Winter frost knows me by name
I am young and intelligent but born to live with unwanted
I am born to eat the dust 
I am tend to be the street terrorist
Motorists see me as a street hijacker

I am brainwashed by the treat of the street life
Sad is me who lives to role the streets
Two eyes and two feet though neither I can see nor walk myself to the greener pastures
Dry land is where I spend my time 
Pavements are some of my rest places

I am born in the street
Growing to be justified forever
Bins and dumping sites are where my record belongs
No life without begging for survival
I am born innocent hoping to die peaceful
Yet I am now turned to be a threat and some wish me dead
I don’t know the colour of love and home is something that lives in the world of fantasy

I belong to the street 
I have all powers to step up
Though I am canned to live for street
I am chosen to experiment the worst of the world 
I am born to smile with the hurricanes
I am born to entertain the privileged
And I am existing to be the worst example
Millions wishes in my mind to erase my name from the street although the position seems to be permanently written to be occupied by me

I am born to struggle and home is something forbidden to think of
Language I speak the same with those who have places to lay their heads 
But homeless is what I am known to be
I am not better than the wild animals
Because I am familiar with the wild life
I am born to rule the street.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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