a dead mouse or two
somedays a rat,
along the edge of life
we live with family
by our side...
dirty clothes and
unwashed bodies, we
stroll through the
filth of life as if we
were rats or mice
ourselves... dawn
finds us on the street
in an alcove
hidden in shadows
since those ordinary
souls don't like to see
us much anymore...
we are looked down upon
spat and urinated on
by the drunks whose
lifestyle is acceptable,
we complain not to those
in charge as they would
not listen - we have
tried all that before
and were ushered back
out into the streets
where they were waiting.
October 27, 2023
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