This Letter Poem by Akili Amina

Hello, I thought of you so I wrote this letter
You wont ever read it or hold it in your hands
I don’t know the address of the park or shelter
Sleeping inside, should be the rights of those, human
I pray for you, because the Winter is coming
Worry, hoping that you own a jacket or coat
Where are you holding your stuff, your belongings?
I think of all of you so with my words, I dote
Last year, in the woods a tent you kept pitching
I know that in the shelter, they wrote you up
For something that you dare not speak or mention
Off the streets, one by one you should be ushered up
Given warm drinks to sip and nice warm sweaters
Your burden I share, which is why I wrote, This Letter