Spirit of the Street

Compared to my other poems, this one may seem young, but I am trying to write this with the limited language of a child that grew up on the streets, without a school to teach him/her the dictionary or latin word roots. Hope it sounds alright...

Sitting in the alley

Watching people stroll by

Getting on with their lives

Looking behind me

Seeing no one

But knowing still

I'm not the only one

I am parentless

And without hope

Opportunity passed me by

Because I have no home

No door at which he can knock

People like me are as common as rocks

I don't do crack, or drink, or meth

But when I walk into stores

People still get upset

These are the words of a streetie

Who no one can see

Slinking through walls like a shadow

This is the life I lead

And there are many more

Just like me

We are the spirits of the streets

Author's Note

I'd like to work mostly on voice and word choice, although I'd assume it all needs work

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I think this one works fairly well.. like every poem ever written.. it could be changed .. or left as it is..I like it over all ..I would have used the word orphan ..rather than Parentless.I think you described the feeling of helplessness well..when I was 15 I had a friend who I knew well into adulthood..she had a child young and got into drugs and went on to have a total of 5 kids , she once lived in a small trailer , then for awhile a fairly nice house and now I have seen her on the street near where I live she had always kept bad company and so I had to move on ..she had at times had oppurtunity but those whom she surrounded herself with tended to be drug users and homeless , I know why and how she ended up on the street bad choices ..but I also know for some it is bad luck.

[Tate Morgan]

I enjoyed this immensely Read my poem all alone it tells the story of a lost soul i met in new york under a fire escape tate

[�Alexa�]

:) Fantastic work. You can only imagine how hard the "streeties" have it.