I am simply not going to see things the same f-cking way as you do and that scares the f*ck out of me. Not to be coy. Not to tease you with an asterisk. Not to censor my feelings. Not to frustrate you. Not to make you go "don't do that" Do not ******* test me.
Homelessness - for me - was the shame the raw shame I felt emanating from my mother any time she had to ask a friend or her own ******* mother for a place to stay.
Homelessness was the embarrassment of "I could come over to your house to play!" "Oh wait..."
Homelessness was the frustration of yet another house that we could not get we apply for all the ones we can afford and yet...? Still we sleep on a couch and hope to find something.
Homelessness becomes hopelessness in so short a time. The longer we have no home, the longer we feel like we'll never have one.
I am a careless wanderer my mother before me the same when we think that we finally have a permanent home suddenly we are lifted by the backs of our necks and put back on the road because careless wanderers don't get to live comfortably careless wanderers can't live like normal people careless wanderers sleep with men who try to **** them and go back and go back and go back to him mother goes back to him because at least he has money. At least he pays our bills. It doesn't matter that he tried to take out my mum's eye because he puts food on the table that she could have worked for herself... I want him to die.
I sat on the bench at night, the street is much more lovely when illuminated by manmade shine, but the darkness sat beside me. I stared at the darkness, my new companion. It stared back.