Lonely aching starving children I was once one it was not fun I ate from garbage cans I was given left overs The little prissy snarled at me I was a disease to them I stunk from dirt and garbage I had sores all over my body A puppy gave me a smooch I was a stranger to myself I slept in vacant buildings My blankets were empty cardboard boxes But I made it I am still alive today I am not starving now I am not lonely now I am not a child now Holy cow! Continue reading Lonely aching starving children