I’m laying in the floor
just asking for some money
being homeless in winter
isn’t very funny.

I’m craving
I’m just asking for some bread
when I go to sleep
I don’t even have a bed

but people keep passing
they don’t even look at me
as if being homeless
is something I’ve chosen to be

so I guess i’ll stay here
there is nothing else I can do
and I hope that one day
this will happen to you

PSEUDÒNIM: Calíope Abad
AUTORA: Anaïs Incocciati
PRIMER PREMI DE POESIA EN ANGLÈS, 4t d’ESO