Tiffany: Who Am I?

By Tiffany Pagan

A hungry child roams the streets alone
She goes about and wishes she were home
She sits on a rock and cries, “Does anyone care?”
She feels as if she’s torn apart.

She walks through crowded streets
dirt and broken glass beneath her feet.
She gazes up at the sky and asks, “Who am I?”

She sits on the steps of abandoned houses,
wondering, “When am I going to die?”
She has a look of emptiness and fear in her eyes.
And to her no one cares if she lives or dies.
At night she lies on the benches of a city
park and cries, “Will I see tomorrow?”

She’s a scared little girl all alone in this crazy world,
and faces she does not recognize surround her.
Every day she asks herself, “Is life worth living?”
She feels alone and heart-broken, and wonders,
“Where is my family?”

As she walks along dark alleys and crowded streets,
She sees other children with names and families,
and she wonders, “Who am I?”