Am I supposed to live long?

am I supposed to live long
tell me why or tell me why not
it is not my wish to live without a home
no body knows how I feel alone
in the center of pain
where there is no gain
where people call me a thief a monster,a bastard,a criminal
because I live on the street
some times I feel I am nobody
nothing but the truth behind the scenes
no mother no Father
no brother no roof
no food

some times things are kind
but sometimes not
I go to the lorry park
I wash cars ,some times they give me cash
I go to the market place I sweep the floor I threw cabbage And they give me some cash
I go to the slum streem

I wash my clothes and leave them to dry while I take my bath, before I continue my endless journey
I go to the restaurant I beg for reminant to filled my stomach
but not much as such,
I go to the ghetto
and to ease my stressed
I smoke cannabis, I smoke kush ,I drink tramadol
I live without a home
if I die nobody will cry but when other die , a million tears will floow
because they have a home

The night are the worst
I sleep in old vehicle
in unfinished House's
In old building
anywhere sleepless
because mosquito cockroach ants and rat are seeking my blood alone
malaria cholera typhoid and HIV are sicking my blood alone
Am I a slave , a vulture or a nobody
the streets is a school is a school with different department
the department of criminology
violence and death
some people go to the street because there parents are strict
some go there to wait for transport
bu I live there with no one and no choice.By poet milton a kanu.