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Yes I have seen you laughing at me as I ate food from the dustbin.
I have seen your look of disgust.
And even heard you say yuck.
To you I'm like litter thrown into the dustbin.
But have you thought about why I live on the streets?
Why the street is my classroom.
Think about it.
I survive on begging waving motorists into parking areas…
washing cars.
Remember.
I am tomorrow's leader.
I who have learned about life from the streets having become streetwise
Once upon a time I had a name.
My own one.
Now me and all my friends have the same name: Street Kids.
I was abused by parents and relatives.
AIDS left me an orphan.
Defenseless against the world.
Poverty, drought, floods, neglect led me to the streets.
Life has left me nowhere to go!
Remember.
I am tomorrow's leader.
I who have learned about life from the streets having become streetwise
I have lots of friends on the street.
We have lots of things we share.
Hunger, fear, lack of shelter… sleeping in card board boxes.
I long for a warm, clean bed.
Warm food, love of my own name.
I long for you to laugh with me, not at me.
But who will lift me off of these streets?
Remember.
I am tomorrow's leader.
I who have learned about life from the streets having become streetwise

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