Comments about Corrine Shoemaker
I Don'T Know Jack
You think I'm a waist of space; attention seeker & disgusting,
However did you think I just couldn't afford my place?
I didn't choose this life.
I would prefer a bed other than the streets,
My bones ache from the solid concrete.
I wake up with hate and lingering questions,
How am I going to eat?
Bet you didn't know I had another mouth to feed.
My daughter, just a little toddler;
Growing little beauty that doesn't deserve this horror.
You think this life is fake, but trust me it isn't.
Two people can't make a living by eating the scrapes off of dirty ...