Homeless Memoirs

This is what I personally felt being Homeless
When you have no home, everywhere you’re a stranger and nothing is your own
See, it’s because of these trees and the paper they produce, without money, you’ll go hungry and be of no use.
Pay the fee or your of no more worth then a flea and liable to become deceased as you lay there in the street
Some people have money and some want more and more, but just ask that person who has nothing, what life’s really for
Would you care to sleep under a stairwell or anywhere abandonded you can find?
Mouldy houses will give you more then a sore throat and park benches are dangerous at night Apparently though, that’s ok, you’re value left when that money fluttered away
Yeah, lots of people will say that homelessness is fine, it doesn’t affect them, you aren’t a part of their life
But just don’t ask that man waiting in line, for his meal at the shelter, when he’s done they’ll rush him out in no time
  When you have no home, people stare, once they become aware you popped out of this mould we all share
They look at you from head to toe and whisper, ‘Eww, she’s dirty, hope she leaves us alone’
You don’t stay anywhere long because you are offensive and always in the wrong
You drink away your sorrow, in the park late at night
Life is so hard when there is no comfort in sight
You find some pizza in dumpster... it still looks alright
You take your bags in a cart and again begin your rounds
Churches give vouchers, and sometimes don’t frown
Summer goes by too fast and the world again turns white
Beg for change with all your might, your stomach hurts and there’s no food in sight
It is cold when you don’t have a home, walking around all day, your feet always soaked
Look in their eyes and you will see, a person God loves as much as that rich V.P
You sneak into bank entrances to sleep away the cold night
That is until they made the card entry feature to keep you off the site
You crawl into clothing bins to toss the bags out to your friends
That is your shopping and you pull on some new threads
Where to go? I don’t know...
Just keep wandering around, growing old
I want to tell you a secret now, that homeless person was me
The next time you see a weather worn face, remember they were once a child filled with glee
Who you are is deep inside and not what you own
With Jesus you always have a home and are never alone
©2011AngieSlade