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Homeless Poem
Helpless and afraid, tired of running from the physical abuse
Captured overtime and then back to the cage, just an animal on the loose
Using the earth’s soil to smother her body in a veiled disguise
Curled up on the cobbled streets her frail soul hidden from prying eyes
Her body flinched with every rain droplet that splashed to the floor
Like bullets piercing through her skin, tearing open her heart, images flashing, a prisoner of war
The pain so raw she can still taste her blood dripping from her nose
She can feel every rough line, in his palm as he ripped apart her clothes
She breathes in and out slowly, listening, to her own heart beat
Not a life or soul around, to listen to this homeless lady on the street
She is a survivor, a rose blossoming amongst the thorns
Escaping the hot burning ashes of hell, she rose above the devils horns
No mark of the beast for she escaped the heavy chains that shackled her ankles for so long
Now bound to the streets, her new home, trying to remain strong
Her strength tested through every dagger that rips apart her stomach every day
As hot juices devour her senses, the sweet aromas coming from Broadway
A plan to scour the bins later a meal fit for a King, for she is a Queen
Caged and told to say I do in a different country too, at just eighteen
No identity, lost within the colours that stream down the cobbled streets when it rains
For the rain carries more passion than any human with a heart and bloodied cold veins
For she feels more heat from the cold blowing breeze, where she sits silently so still
Waiting desperately for the golden coins a gesture of good will
She knows the life on the street isn’t safe but what is safe?
How can she remain protected?
Homeless is seen as disease that eventually kills the infected
So she remains a shadow in the night, for the darkness doesn’t speak
Hidden out of sight and societies view the homeless lady remains strong not weak.
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(c)2018 Sharena Lee Satti
Homeless Poem #2
Splodges of rain splattered across her cold bare feet, drowning in the rain
Each droplet cleansing her broken face, disguising each bloodied stain
Gently she drags her lifeless body, losing her balance, she hits the ground
Trying to escape his hands twisting around her throat, for she was running, running from his distinctive sound
Her body drenched from the earth’s tears, making her tears impossible to see
All eyes on her, but not a smile in sight, for what is this curse, choosing to be free
She lay silently still, frozen, looking up into space,
Trying to see what lurks beyond the clouds, for surely it has to be better than staying on earth with the human race
The sound of clanking coins hitting on the floor, broke her trance
Scooping up the coins and placing in her empty pockets, collecting it in advance
She staggered to her feet, frightened and alone, not knowing which path she should walk
Homeless and running for her life, not understanding the language that the people on the street talk
Confused and unsure of her actions, having her head smashed to the ground seemed easier than running for a helping hand
Freedom from violence, but still caged in a world she didn’t understand
Shivering in the downpour, missing the warmth the heat,
Standing at the stove, watching the flames burn as she prepared dinner to eat
Missing the heavy chains that shackled her ankles, for she is afraid, afraid of being alone, on her own, afraid of opening her eyes but not being able to see
Fear darkening her vision, what life shall be given to such divorcee
For she is lost with no identity, her innocence marked in a bloody red stain
Before she left him, he told her, her body was just a piece of recycled meat, ready for the food chain
Her body was a vessel for more than just her, little did she know, that inside of her womb, a little fetus grow
Saving the life of her own and her unborn child from the demons that walk on the earth
She sought to cleanse her troubled path before she gives birth
Her body was a temple housing the life that she had implanted
Infuriated with the heavens above for the life she had been granted
She breathed in the cold crisp air and closed her eyes
Trying to release her tears through her broken hearted cries
She was tired and lonely and considering going back to get her daily beat
For living through his violence was easier than being on the street
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(c)2018 Sharena Lee Satti