Corrine Shoemaker

Rookie (march 15,1998)

I Don'T Know Jack - Poem by Corrine Shoemaker

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 dishes.
But it is ok, you helped me.
Just by tossing those coins at me.
My daughter got a sandwich and I just couldn't manage watching her savoring each piece to make it everlasting.
It is dawn,
Time to rock her asleep and watch her fall into her dreams deep.
It breaks my heart to realize I'm a failure as a father.
The moist tears roll from my eyes,
But tomorrow is a new day
Do something productive.
Maybe they will finally hire me into a job and stop giving me a ruckus.
The breeze is getting hard;
Your body got a chill,
As you quarreled into my arms I rock you until you become still.
Here is my jacket, I'll wrap you up tight,
Hopefully it will be warmer by daylight.
Guessing I should sleep too.
Maybe we will wake up and have a stable life like we dream too.
Just before I go everyone put yourself in my shoes;
You know how your day is going to be from front to back,
But me; I don't know jack.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is one that opens your eyes and makes you realize homeless people and families do exist. I wrote this as an inspirtation for others to acknowledge  as a new beginning to help the ones around us in need. Being able to write on this topic was a breeze because I was able to set myself into their life style. Then again, it hurt to do so, because you realize the suffering they are going through and how much easier our lives are. The ones that have the privilege of a home, stable life, and food should be grateful for all they have, because one day, out of the clear blue it could disappear. 

Comments about I Don'T Know Jack by Corrine Shoemaker

  • Adeline Foster (5/14/2013 5:02:00 PM)

    Interesting. I too have written one on this subject. Try mine - We the Unencumbered -
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  • (5/9/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    Your writing makes me see things in a different light! ! ! ! Your words touch my heart n reaches for my soul! ! ! You r an amazing writer! ! ! Keep them coming! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/8/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    I helped run a night shelter for the homeless last winter where I live. Have a read of my Alone on the Streets, its similar. You have written a brilliant poem. Keep it up 10/10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

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