A Collection of Poetry from Streetlife

 – By Jaene F. Castrillon

CRACKS
Walking by the cracks on the pavement
Under the dimly lit
streetlight waiting
For any car to give me refuge tonight
Heels tapping by the bronze plate
on Jarvis Street

People walking by glance at me ….
Am I trash on the street?
How does it feel to be different from me

While I wait
for my tricks
sitting here
a hooker
writing poetry

HUNGER
Isn’t it easy to judge me
on this
chilly humid night
Driving by in your
vehicles and luxury

I can’t afford your vehicles
and my pride is your luxury
My pitiful ego available at a price
why don’t you buy

a piece of me

With your luxury
So tonight I can eat
starve one less night
before
I sleep


RUNAWAY YOUTH
Goodnight
Sleep tight
I’m on the street tonight
but who cares about me
I’m cold and I cannot sleep

A beggar, a squeegie, a hooker, a nuisance
What do I aspire to be?
or is aspire too much of a luxury?

alive or dead
dreams are starving me
cause I am nothing but
a black spot on your routine

DO I KNOW YOU?
I broke a mirror once
Shattered
Shards
Scattered

on the bathroom floor

my
reflection
disordered
distorted
disfigured

broken like……………..

INSANITY PLEA
Lost
Misguided

deluded
in my own reality

I’m looking for something……

can
you
help
me

My cries and pleas
covered by

INSANITY

WHEN SHALL I WAKE
Hush little one don’t say a word and never mind
the voice you heard it’s daddy tucking you into
bed and kissing you on your sweet little forehead

Sun shines brightly through the window
She lies there unprotected
Golden rays of the sun caress her body
She is everything a child should be
sleeping peacefully
She stirs and hears the door
She smiles and pretends to sleep

He covers her, uncle jeff
A big rock pushes toward her there
It’s OK, she’s clothed not bare
He wears his usual sleeping clothes
his eyes I guess were closed
No it wasn’t really a rock

The pain engulfs-sunlight’s gone
She searches frantically for dawn
Is she dreaming

He’s gone

This child has died

When shall I ever wake

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