What Home??? (#homeless #poetry)

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/