All alone I call the streets home   I’m a twelve year old Girl and I am All alone I call the streets My home I’m tired and hungry Alone and afraid I haven’t had a bite to eat In a few days I search through The trash looking For something to eat I’ve worn the soles off The shoes on my feet My socks Have holes My clothes do too I must look like A ragged bum to you My parents threw me out Just tossed me away Away now I roam the streets Both day and night My parents are druggies They Had no use for me So on the cold dark streets, ‘is where You will find me People stare Just pass me by I wonder Why They don’t see The tears in my eyes Can’t they see I am just a kid Without a home A place to live I’ve stayed in shelters For a few nights Bu the beds are always full So I sleep on the streets Most of the time In a cardboard box Or In an empty parking lot Or a store front door Is where you’ll see me A homeless girl Alone on the streets All I want Is to be loved by someone A place to call home, something warm to eat All I want it to Get off, these cold angry streets I see other kids like me They are homeless too We are just the throw away kids That the world Forgot The number, of homeless children Is growing I see so many like me We don’t ask for much We just want A place to call home And place to eat a place to rest Our tired Feet Private challenge raindancer Theme In The Shoes Of Someone With No Shoes Thank you for reading my words,Brenda By badmac © 2008 badmac (All rights reserved)

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