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Tia Wins

Drama


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Tia Wins

Drama


Street Children

Street Children

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Sitting by the streets

As the wheels roll over

I see a bottle brunch on the sun

That reflects onto my eyes

Spots of black, blur away

revisiting I stare into the vision of life

A concave I call my mother and

A penny that defines my strife


Walking under the lights

To the red, the cars stop

Till the green, I butter by the doors

Sometimes famished handed

The other times with a bunch of roses

Shivering my nights

I snuggle up against the tar

Lost innocence, love, affection

No humanity be par


Each day that's building bolder

Shining brighter than the stars

Struck hot I am an iron

Weighing more than all gold

I am my only legend


Sidewalks are my throne

Here I display my grandeur

Feeding chums from bread I stole

Some came here being bedraggled

Now families built by mafias

Some came here out of pauperism

Now that streets make their home



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