Homeless
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Lucia Salmas-Sun, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2022
Sitting on the street
Pockets deep but empty
Stomach pains with hunger
Clothes are torn and worn
Feet are sore and bare
No money anywhere
Dirt and mu across my face
Out in the cold at night
Watch as people walk past
I'm alone. I'm homeless. I wish there was someone who'd see.