These Streets Don’t Cry For Us … by: Adam Brown

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artwork by Pheonix Sky

 

These Streets Don’t Cry For Us

Constant discomfort
while changing positions.

The cold penetrates all
as you shiver to your very core,
hoping that the sun will rise.

Knowing that at any second
someone could scream at you,
telling you to leave or the police
will deal with you.

Sleep and food deprivation
makes for a bitter morning
as you wander to the next
spot, hoping it will be
better than the last.

The constant threat
of violence is ever on
the mind, as you think
criminal action is the
only way to get through
to the next day.

Stared at, mocked,
ridiculed, beaten
You are yesterday’s
news and no one is
reading.

Pariah of society,
nameless and forgotten.

These streets don’t cry for us.

Adam Levon Brown© 2016. All Rights Reserved.


Adam Brown is a writer from Eugene, Oregon that defines himself as a Word Artist.  Also, he is a poetry book reviewer and blogger.  He has two books of poetry published, Musings of a Madman and Cadence of Cupid.

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