homless
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HOMELESSNESS
Homeless, they are not seeing me.
Some stop and stare in silence
They don't have the word to say, but when
A child reaches out, her mother pulls away
"Do not touch that man!" its his choice to stay.
You hear the whimper of pleas,
Coming from small brown dog.
He’s tied up, locked down.
Attached to a huge log.
He sits and waits for his owner to return,
didn't make the teamlast one to be pickedkicked to the curbbefore the chance was givento be all you could bewith the support of a familynow your homeless
And no matter what your scars represent.
They aren't your entire story.
Just an ugly chapter.
But your story goes on.
And it may have several ugly chapters.
My soul is like an empty sock
Cold and pleading for a foot.
But my soul is allergic to feet
So it weeps at night for the homeless grass.
I also like to watch the moon smile at the stars.
Its coarse taut roots embedded themselves within my chest,
making it harder to finish my quest.
Its icy cold petals blossomed within,
We all cry for help don't we? We are in need of help for every little trouble or bump along the way in our path. But there are others in the world and in our communites that are in BIGGER trouble and they need OUR help.
Why is my mommy dead?
I nudge her but she won't wake up,
Is it beacuse she gives us all the food?
People walk by but no one helps us,
I paw at my mommy meowing,
Im hungry but no one is helping us,
