Help The Homeless

I am the uneducated

I am the unemployed

I am the ill or unwanted

My life seems null and void

I used to ask for help

But none would give an earnest answer

Now I ask myself why I’m treated like cancer

My health and body react to the changing of the seasons

But I’m forced to face the facts and forget about the reasons

On a quest for survival

Down unrelenting streets I roam

Cardboard’s sort of a revival

But a box is not a home



by Phillip McCullough Jr.

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