Story of My Life

by Marjon Pajaroja

I‘m one of the street kids you’ve even seen
My life was not easy
And it composed of sadness and misery.

My life story is chaos
And I don’t know where to go, what to do.

My mother left me when I was young
Since then my life has no direction

My father became so unfair
So my life was bothered by the thought of my misery

And it’s all because my mother had abandoned me.

My life was always been a disorder

I’m ashamed to neither share nor accept that it’s the reality

I’m always confused and I do consider my life as scratch.

Mother

by Marjon Pajaroja

My mother where are you
I’m here alone looking for you.
Where are you now my dear mother
I’m here alone, whispering a prayer
I pray someday we'll be together again
And that you’ll show me how much you care

I felt empty because you’re gone
I’m longing for love only you can provide.
I’m wondering why you had left us
What would be my father’s fault that you gave him up

Your separation affected us
Look at me now, alone in the dark
I took refuge in the nearest streets
I learned to kill and steal to live
I got faded and dirty clothes to wear
And I considered my life a wasteful thing

It’s all because you’re not with me
You are the one who bore and gave me life

So mother come, please save my life.

Puerto Galera

by Marjon Pajaroja

Have you been to a place called Puerto Galera
Where you can feel the warm way of acceptance
You will not feel alone because they get along

Why don’t we follow their way of dealing with others
They treat each other fairly. No one is a slave
Don’t just say Yes, You must do

Have you been to a place called Puerto Galera
You’ll see variety of people and traditions
But they are united and live in harmony
For them there is no rich and poor
No stupid and useless

Why don’t we follow their way of dealing with others
They treat each other fairly. No one is a slave
Don’t just say Yes, You must do

I Am A Victim

by RJ

I am a boy
I am a victim of sexual abuse
I want to share my experience to all of you.

When I was young, I experienced abuses
First with my parents, relatives and other persons
I don’t know my rights then
And what is right and wrong

When I get older, I started to think
I realized that what they are doing is wrong
Because it makes me guilty & ashamed and confused
And it hurts me within.

I became a call boy
I sold my body to buy food, cigarettes and drugs
I was so happy when I have money
But when I tried to sleep, tears fall from my eyes.

I wanted to escape from this nightmare
I was ashamed of myself and don’t know what to do.

I decided to talk to a street educator
He brought me to Stairway for transformation

Street Life

by Arjay

 The cement I sleep on is cold like ICE,
Delicious food, I can’t even get to taste,
Clean water, I can’t even get a bath,
And I can’t escape from hunger.

There are days that water is all I drink,
With no food to eat, I am so hungry

Thinking, trying to escape from a difficult life
Trying hard to forget, still it comes back
Trying hard to refuse, still it taunts me
Vices, stealing, lying, still it’s there,
But still help yourself

Always think tomorrow will come for us to change
Always think many days are still coming

Look at the new-born child
That hopefully will be taken care of by her parents

So that there will be no more street child.

How about my future?

by Khaled

How about my life
If I would mess it up
Almost never ending
Mistakes you can’t prevent

How about my life
What will really happen to it
My life in the street
It has nowhere to go

In my solitude
Everyone I care about, I think of them
Because since I was little
It’s the streets where I’m from.

A Street Boy

by Ernesto Rodriguez

I am a child of the street
Sufferings and trials are the only things I had
Because I have no family that I can count on
I am a thief and a liar

I take advantage of others to make myself survive
Coping in the street is hard to do
But I found refuge in the vices I do.

Abuses are the flavor to make your street life complete
Physical abuse from the authorities is like a meal I have to take
Sexual abuse on the other hand is not easy for me

It was a nightmare that I want to escape
For I can’t accept that my father lead me to it
I was so confused, sad and hopeless

I just hold on to the God they said

I prayed to Him, to end up my sufferings
And I’m so lucky he answered once to me
He sent me a good person that shows concern for me

They helped me realize my worth and dignity
They offered me help and safe shelter to live
Now I am in this place where I am free

Free from all abuses and sufferings it brings

I am so thankful I am peaceful and happy now
And they helped me overcome the abuses I had
They just bring me love and care as real family
Thanks for all the people of this haven I’m in.

  

A Dark Night

by Jose

It was a dark night
I slept tight and I dreamt of good things
I did not notice that the dreams turned into nightmare
My father entered in a room and molested me

At my early age I felt so confused
Is that wrong or just normal situation?

I’d like to share all of these things
But I have doubt if there’s somebody who believes in me.

I remain silent and try to forget the abuse I had
But it keeps on bothering me every time I’m alone

I felt hopeless because I’m still abused
Hope you could see the pain I have inside

Hope you help and believe in me
Cause that’s the only thing that would free me
Please help me… I want to be happy

 

All the poetry on this site are written by former street children, who have been through Stairway programs.