On Homelessness by Arlene Antoinette

smelly,
dirty,
shameful,
a disgrace
these words are
spoken behind my back
and sometimes
yelled in my face

i’m so lonely,
is there no one
to see,
this dirty
homeless bundle
is a person
aching to
feel real

lazy,
no damn good
not worth the
time,
they blame
me for my
circumstance
no consideration
of my struggles
or my fragile mind

i was once like you,
i had dreams
and plans for my future,
but mistakes caused
missteps that changed
fates hands

i’ve become a nuisance,
like spilled garbage
laid out on the street
you turn away,
avert your eyes
so, my gaze you
won’t accidentally meet

i have become invisible
yes, i’m the invisible man
unwanted, despised, dejected
does anyone care who i really am?

 

 Bio: Arlene Antoinette believes that everyone has a voice that needs to be heard. Please read her other poems @ I am not a silent Poet, Tuck Magazine and Little Rose Magazine.

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