Winter_Fare
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By the time I was 8 I’d tasted
blood from my own face
gnawed at it as if it were steak
to try a quell the growl of my stomach
the beady eyed stares of people looking down on me
I was dog shit they had to scrape from their feet
treated like the mange riddled dog
that’s hackles are always up
milky eyes glaring murder
didn’t want to be poor
didn’t want to have torn clothes
didn’t choose to be beaten
I didn’t get to have the fair fights
my story is a dime a fucking dozen
in the ghetto no matter
what colour or creed you are
No war but class war