Rejects

We are the children all alone.
We are the hookers and the hoes.
We are the teens who are kicked out
And left with nowhere else to go.

We are the people sulking down the street
Hiding from all whom we meet.
We are the people sleeping in the alleys
And running away from big gang rallies.
We are the people that you call thieves.
Stealing so that we amy eat.

You judge us and you turn your backs.
Not even thinking of what we may lack.
We are the rejects of the world,
But from us you never hear a word.