I’m a tall brunette
what do I do?
I’m looking for work
in worn leather shoes
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Each day at nine
I come from my home
a neat cottage , not mine
I’m the one on the roam
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I eat at friends shower some too
darkness draws nigh
it’s me in the car
kitty clothes and I
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you’d look down your nose
yes you would if you knew
I’m homeless I know
what’s it to you?
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I have to breathe air
the way that I can
I don’t have money to pay
for my meals of spam
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I scrimp and I save
no there’s never too much
my cat, car and I
we live life and such
There is real irony in this picture. Why? The car I lived in as a homeless young woman was this exact model car. My car did have a window. People don’t always realize there are homeless who live off the system and there are those striving to live. I never held a sign saying “homeless”. I had a job. The money wasn’t enough to pay my college and car loans and pay rent; food was a luxury. People were kind to me – maybe because I wasn’t dirty or scraggly. I understand the plight of these sufferers. It is a painful, empty, looking in at the world from the outside, kind of existence. Then I am reminded, my Saviour understood a suffering far greater.
Don Hankins shot this car http://www.flickr.com/photos/23905174@N00/409496188/
