Icy winds scorch her numb face,
Howling winds each night,
Age fifteen living the street life,
Tired cold and hungry,
Barely surviving the nights.
Begging for money,
Just enough to get some food,
Scents of food taunts her,
She last ate three days ago.
Rich people walk by,
Able to spare a dollar,
Stares but no smiles,
Just a world full of unhappy.
Speakthemind
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Survival Street Life
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COMMENTS
wesnesby says: nice piece |
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ElroyKen says: Tight Write. Keep at it. |
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Speakthemind says: Thank you guys. |
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mrmelody7 says: Nice reality check good visuals |
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Speakthemind says: Well thank you any tips on making my writing better? |
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mrmelody7 says: Well just keep at it, do a lot of silent observations, keep experiencing life and write about it, variety is the spice of life so don't get stuck on one subject matter and write when you feel the urge don't force it, you are off to a good start |
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