A Child of Victorian, England

I am a Street Child.
Watching the dangers on the street,
the crying of others.
I lay around in alleys that's aren't luxurious.
Always alone with other children of poverty.

I strive for survival.
I scrutinize humans of wealth who walk by to steal.
I work in factories, coal mines 16 hours straight!
I am deserted, I am alone.

I look around, I see affluent spoiled children.
Envy creeps up on me.
I yearn for a family.

I scramble for food left on the grounds,
rushing to pick up scraps before livid rodents appear.
I did have a family, I was one of ten.
All I did was work to receive income.
But now I am an orphan.

I know how it feels to be stranded to not know what the future holds.
I am a street child of Victorian, England.

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