Living on Struggle Street

It’s a day

Without the sun

Slippery wet

Smells mould

My chest

Screams fear

Of another attack

The soup kitchen

Is five blocks away

I rather battle

Stomach acid

Than the cold

My baby’s looking at me

Wide eyed and whining

It sucks

To be poor

Sick

And a dog owner

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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