We are the ones from broken homes
Our hearts wear permanent scars
And our souls know only
cold wind from open windows of their winter hearts –
Whose children are we supposed to be
When even the world has turned a blind eye to our predicament
We wear smiles only for our survival,
Never dreaming of going back home to love lost to booze and beatings –
We remember here from the streets the screams of our mothers
during the kicking of our locked bedroom doors by our drunk fathers and uncles,
our eyes are full of hatred and our souls curses our birthdays –
we are the ones from broken homes
carrying eyes begging for love even from total strangers –