We’re all dead
He raised his head, from his hands
What’s your name?
(No answer)
Outside the snow began to come down harder
I felt like walking
It was warmer in the morning
(than the night)
The smell of exhaust was everywhere
The tears came faster
I felt my lower lip start to quiver
You made it through the cold snap
Everyday fourteen children are buried
In unmarked graves
No one knows who they are
Living on the streets long enough
You could see things in the night
Before you saw them.
It was safer to sleep during the day
In the light we weren’t going to get rolled out
Or cut
Or killed.
So cold, so hungry
So all alone, slowly ut surely, all will be gone
One by one.
The longer you’re out here
They will fade
And the closer I get to the end of my life
Nobody lasts they say and my friends are proof
And soon so will I
Because when you live on the streets as I do
Nobody cares what happens to you.
A cold mist drifted out of the dark, the little droplets sparkling in the street light.
There were bad people in the dark
(Hiding, waiting to make their mark)
(They’ll devour your soul, like monsters waiting to bite)
In my life there are so many who care
So many were there but some walked away
Their friendship lasted more than a long day
Many I care much about would not dare
To leave my side in this time of such need
As I battle with a hard history
Though there may be lot of misery
I must not always try to sleep and feed
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. once said that someone shouldn’t be judged by the color of his skin but by his character. That is what I believe. In the past, I was judged by the way I looked instead of who I was. I felt like the lowest class of person in a school environment. I ate alone; I sat alone, and hung out with nobody but myself.
His skin is cold to the touch
But that’s not the only thing
You have to see for yourself
“Ever seen a dead person before?”
“Ever touch a dead person before?”
I knew a dare when I heard one
Those blank, glassy eyes were staring straight up
“Does it happen a lot?”
“All the time.”
I looked up at the sky
It got quiet
