Clutching your purse by your side
I look you in your eye
You look away as if you are shy
Many times I am too proud to beg
So I loot your homes instead
I am just like you but you are fed
I don't even have a bed
Life is strife and love is strain
I wish I could move away from this pain
I have no proof of birth
But still I defend my life on earth
You don't call me by my name
Thief and robber, is that the same?
I m just like you, I have shame
Please, when you see me again ask me my name
written by LKing
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