Life of Homeless Child

As I lay on a park bench, abandoned house, or nasty gutter

Thinking of things I have done make me shudder.

I once lived in a home

Now its's the streets I roam.

The molestation by my father, a junkie for a mother

I was sold to another.

My  "Uncle"  who once was nice and sweet

Turned me into a piece of meat.

If I don't make this money from this trick

My uncle the pimp will surely use his whipping stick.

Thanks to the boys who hang out everyday

The drugs they supply keep my lifes reality away.

As I ask for spare change you see me as a freak

What you don't know is I haven't eaten for a week.

Do you see the lost child that wants to die?

Have you asked yourself poor child why?

Before you pass judgement on impressions that you hold

Please remember I am only 12 years old.