Carolina Soto

Rookie - 0 Points (November 8,1997 / Queens)

Hard Life - Poem by Carolina Soto

My stomach growls for food
People look at me like I'm a creature they act so rude
My nails are filled with dirt
And I got holes all over my pants and shirt
People won't even give me one cent
I'm not asking for the amount they pay for there phone bills or rent
Everyone stares at me and knows I need help
But they don't care, they only care about themselves
Wishing my life could be over
Haven't gotten a drink of water in a long time, it's like I'm sober
My hair has grown long till my feet
The only place I can call home is the street
Out here sleeping on the floor, cold, and all alone
I don't know how to fix my life, I'll just have to wait for the unknown.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This isn't an experience that I had I was just on the train one day and I saw a poor person and I wondered how would it be like to be in there shoes, so thats why I made this poem in there point of view.

Comments about Hard Life by Carolina Soto

  • Connor Whyte (4/25/2012 8:14:00 PM)


    Oh wow is this a life experiance you have had? If so that is very sad but good choice in words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 3, 2012


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