Dear Street 16
Lonely on the street, damped with sweat
Unwashed, lost, constantly begging
Street 16
Little 16
Younger than me
As I listen to music through a streaming service
He asks for help in a crowded car
Dear Street 16
Scratches and dirt linger on
Dry eyes wander through
Street 16
Tiny 16
Facing constant ignorance
Because they can't walk in your shoe
He treads lightly with a shadow cast behind him
Dear Street 16
Hand held lowly
Head held highly
Street 16
Small 16
Hope in is eyes
But his frown says otherwise
Passing through to the next car
Dear Street 16
I'm sorry
You needed a friend, but I sheltered away
Street 16
Sweet 16
I hope your journey finds you solace
In this shitty universe where hands no longer shake
One day you'll (we'll) breathe easily again
