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I'm homeless
Contributed by
princesspurty
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Wednesday, 7th August 2002 @ 10:45:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
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you see me on the subway sleeping on the seat
you see me by your favorite store, at the end of your street
you see me in the park all covered with a box I call home
you pretend that I'm not there, and your all alone
but how much would it be if you offered a kind smile?
it would do me great wonders to know i'm worth while
but I am homeless, no place for me to go today
I'm sure I'll find another box, maybe further past your way
so the next time you see me might be in the news
another dead body found, neglegted by heartless abuse
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Re: I'm homeless
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 7th August 2002 @ 12:02:13 PM AEST
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princesspurty @-<-<<-
this is very thought provoking...once whilst in NY there was a dead homeless man that we were pushed right over...the people flow was so dense & quick....there was nothing to do but keep moving! this makes me remember that poor man and so many like him...I now help whenever & where ever Im able:)
love and huggs always Nessa |
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Re: I'm homeless
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by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 03:56:44 AM AEST
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Very powerful, princess... So many are forgotten, so many go hungry. I have been homeless most my life, through out my childhood I had to wake up for school with no place to brush my teeth. The teasing was unbearable, yet I found that my heart was taught things that very few get to experiance. Now I choose homelessness, a vagabond, floating from place to place. Working with food not bombs, or doing work at a homeless shelter, or whatever I can find. It is a peaceful existance, an one I chose for myself. I experianced the fast paced life of management, and was quite good at what I did, but found no peace in waking up everyday to wasteful, greedy, selfish people. Although we can't change everyone for the better, everything we do, everyday counts. So please... atlest lend someone a smile when you see them on the street. For most, that is all they are looking for. Bless you. - jason
P.s. try to get a Food Not Bombs up and running in your area, that is if there isn't one there already. Or if there is, donate some time, it will give you a sense of joy that is rarely experianced by those on the street. |
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