The streets are my home

The streets are my home

The streets are my hiding place

I have sought refuge in the streets

I have sought refuge from hunger, poverty, and abuse

I am a street child, a child people look at with strange eyes, I sleep on the streets; I witness a lot of things on the streets,

I see many people on the streets, some who are good and bad, I love the streets because they are the only place I can hide in , I have lost hope in life; my best friend is my bottle of glue

My food supplier is the dustbin I sleep next to, I live in fear, fear from the outside world,

I dream myself happy with people who care, but when I wake up I know I have to face reality.

I have been called names, treated like I’m not human, but I’m still a street child.

Watson Salanje