R I’m out here on the streets with nothing to eat. I feel so very weak because I can’t get up on my feet. I look around me and see people who meet, wishing that could be me. I’m out here Miming on the streets with nothing to eat. Its dinner time and I go to see If I can get food. Everyone stares and looks at me and its getting pretty rude. I’m only a child I say, and they give me a look and then walk away. If only they could know how I felt with no one to talk to and no family to walk to. “Do they hate me”? I say, seeing me like this would probably make them go away.
I go back in my dirty corner, with nothing covering me or nothing on my feet. Sometimes I feel worthless and no one would ever like me. People yell at me “get off the corner, and stare at me in disgust. They don’t know that I’m homeless and try to look nice. Sometimes I get hug, and it makes me so happy. Telling me I’m here and I will pray for you I light up like the bright sun. Tomorrow I say, “will be a good day. ” There was no more teasing or staring today. I finally met a friend Just like me who felt this way. Tomorrow I say will be a good day.