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The streets a known
institution of realities
notions of a society
driven by famine
Streets of prostitution
by every political sense
yet discrimination thrives
like addictions
the cost of lives is more
then the rate of return
each day someone pays
the cost while cardboard
signs wave of needy
resolutions left unfilled
Broken bottles of gin
dictates the drunken
slumber of newspaper
beds left unread fighting
the night wind to keep
their cover
The morning sun catching
glimpses of their tear stained
tracks left where the body
laid now all is left are the marks
from the shopping cart as it
makes it way down the lonely
street once again
by Yvonne Coleman-Burney / AqueenPassing
