Nobody
Knows my real name
‘Angel’
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just
The clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me Father"
"Let no harm come to me
As
I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”
“Goodnight”
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
Nobody
Knows my real name
‘Angel’
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just
The clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Violence
Upon women
Is classed normal
Around here!
I wonder...
If
I will survive
Another day?
Only
To wake up
And
Do this
All over, again!
“Protect me Father"
"Let no harm come to me
As
I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”
“Goodnight”
Living on the streets as a teen I often prayed to myself to feel safe before I closed my eyes to sleep at night. Night time is a very vulnerable time on the streets. It is a time to stay awake to fend off predators, not sleep, like most people do.
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