Don't Define Me

You look at me,
And you think you see me?
These tattered rags,

Don’t define me –

You see me delve into bins,
And you think that's who I am?
A scavenger?
No, you're wrong

Because I live in the street
You think I am a street kid?
I didn't choose this life,
Like a bird I would fly away
If only I had the wings...

(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
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