Starving, But Not Dropping
Poem by Alex Guiterez // art by Ben Custodia

As I wake up to the cold morning with my feet frozen numb
I look up to the sky and  all I see is the sun,
but I don't feel any warmer
with the cold winds blowing stronger
just me and my family and one blanket
    sitting on a rock solid bus stop  
 as people walk by we hear complaints
but we keep ourselves restrained   
hoping   forward for better days   
I need to find a job and get paid   
so we can move up from this situation and be off to a better place
but since were in the daytime all we can do is creep
until nightfall so we can find a place to sleep
pushing two baskets filled with our lives up and  down these city streets  trying to keep our presence discreet
its hard not to be noticed with the clicking  clanging of shopping carts
Going to hustle cans to eat
for the day at least enough food  to try and keep us stable  and able  to keep moving
becuase the beat goes on and it don‚t stop  
as long as I am here we wont drop  
one day this will all come to an end
but until then friend people will still be starving and without employment with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
so saddle up campers, cause were in for a long ride.  

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