On The Street
Posted on February 1, 2023 by Kelly Talbot
hold out my hand
They see my bad
sitting against the wall.
teeth and dirty hair, I
soiling someone else's pants
Pawing through trash cans,
they no longer want.
digging for any thing,
mumble softly to
Asking for change
myself and my stomach.
where no one stops, I
nobody seems to notice
There's something wrong,
even after I’m gone.
wrong with my brain;
and the home
In the land
of the brave.
of the free
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