Lost, not a loser
I can’t imagine
What my life would be
Without all the bulls–t
That follows me
It’s not easy by any means
To live like I do
But we’re real people
And not fake like you
You judge me
You shun me
As if I’m contagious
And slander or
Make fun of me
Is rudely outrageous
Why the hate…?
Cuz I’m homeless…?
Who the hell are you?
Step one foot in my shoes
And you wouldn’t have
A clue what to do
I’m sweet, I’m kind
But just a bit lost inside
No one cares to know that
Cuz you have too much pride
Criminals?
Everywhere
Drug addicts as well
You all are so full of bulls–t
You’re starting to smell
It’s almost as if
We’re another species or race
Make fun of us to others
But not to our face
We see your little snapshots
And gossip on the news
Dude, we are so above that level
We’re real…
You lose.
Kirsten Ratcliffe, Langley
