Poor Child

A child so young,
bony and starved,
lives in the ghetto,
awaiting a miracle.

praying to god,
for no more beatings,
praying for some clear water,
or edible food.

Scars on his neck,
for delivering fruit too ripe,
bruises on his arms,
from crying at night.

Stealing food,
stealing water,
for just another day of hope,
a strong child,
a strict beating,
this is his lifestyle he has to cope.

--All Poems by Tia E
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