X Homeless X Poem by Lisa Anderson
X Homeless X
I live on the streets, I can barley feel me heart beat
I eat the scraps, with my dog called Straps
We sleep on the floor because we are poor
I use a dirty little sheet, upon my feet
People tread on me, why can’t they let me be
They call me a descrace, and spit on my face
My dos passed away, I still remember her to this day
All I want is a home, but look at me I am here alone
by Lisa Anderson
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4/18/2024 3:10:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can only imagine what it's like to be homeless - I am a fortunate person. And there will be more homelessness with hard times. God Bless. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn