Homeless Poem by Jacqueline Kiss

Homeless



I lived in a house once
back in '95.
They called it
Street Haven
I called it Hell.
It was on Pembroke Street,
at the corner
of lost and abused,
and each room was filled
with prostitutes,
and mothers,
and daughters,
and with the sexually confused.

Monday, May 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: confused,daughters,mothers
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