The Homeless Boy

The Homeless Boy

A Poem by Hiroshi Masters

The Homeless Boy

I'm hungry and lonely
I lived with nobody,
Don't know my parents
Abandoned into a trash can

I grew up living on streets
I have bruises and marks,
Strangers spat on my face
They told me to "Go away"

No family to feed me,
I slept on dirty mattress
Covering myself in coldness
I hope I can survived

No food in my small belly
I'm crying and begging,
I searched in the dumsters
Collecting my meals all day,

I was kicked and shoved
People called me ugly,
My pants are torned open
I was laughed and abused,

They called me the pig-boy
They feel pity for me,
I eat piece of little bread
People stare at me with their cold eyes,

The Homeless boy,
It's who I really am now
Can I asked one favor?
Will you accept me
Love me? Treat me as human?

© 2015 Hiroshi Masters


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You asked a hard question. Many people do not want to see the homeless.
"The Homeless boy,
It's who I really am now
Can I asked one favor?
Will you accept me
Love me? Treat me as human?"
The above lines are a powerful questions asked. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


Sad, but very true.
Very nice poem!
Keep it up!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on November 20, 2015
Last Updated on November 20, 2015
Tags: Poverty, Reality, Sadness, Homeless

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Hiroshi Masters
Hiroshi Masters

Bulacan, Philippines



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