Wofford College
January 2013
I’m alone, I’m not sure what to do I’m in a line with these people? I don’t even know how I got here to this place. I’m looking at my mom’s face and she says it’s the last time but that’s what she said the last time and the time before that. Supposed to be staying with a friend but she kicked us out, we have nowhere to go but that place that they show on the news with no shoes, no teeth, no jobs and no families. I’m not one of these people am I? I can do better than this. My little brother asks where we’re going but I just can’t show him how ashamed I am that we don’t got no place to go so we gotta spend the day at the park and under the bridge and keep a smile on to prove our life hasn’t come completely undone. At night we go to sleep in beds we don’t even own, locked in by ladies we don’t know. Alone without a home.
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