#WritcoPoemPrompt9
I came into this world
there wasn't a celebration,
there was no cradle to swing
i was just damned to starvation.

Grew up on the streets
became a bagger, a rag picker.
That tag stuck to me
more like a bad sticker.

It's so strange.
They speak about it.
Pizza! burgers! chicken! meat!
I don't know what 'delicious' means!
I don't know what 'over weighting' is!
I just know what 'skinny' is
Everyone calls me like this.

A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
Feel like I'm breathless

Never did i go to school,
never could i play a game.
Was only destined to bear
the enduring pain.

Half a pant covered me
be it the searing summers,
or i be shivering in the
cold winter's rain.

I kept crying, and pleaded
sir please, I'm hungry, it's not lie
but no one was willing to see.

In fact only God can mend
My wounds with the looks he sends.
I'm the child of...