It’s no secret. Street children will do anything to earn money, no matter how hard (or dangerous), to survive. I remember seeing these kids everywhere in Manila…
Hardship
I’ve reached the bottom
The worst part
I’m not alone
See my cart
Filled with invisible, heavy stones
It is my livelihood
I push it everyday
Through the streets
Come what may
On my sore little feet
Each bottle equals money
Plastic, glass, or tin
Small or super-sized too
In my cart they all go in
All day it’s all I do
A simple transaction
Get paid a small fraction
To buy a tiny portion
Of bits I could fashion
Into something I call “food.”
Day 7 of 2013 November PAD challenge.
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