Homelessness. Someone taps on my shoulder. Holds my hand.

Zashnain Prose
I hate it.
I hate holidays.
I hate crowds.

They rush.
They step on my sleeping pad.
They stare at me.
They judge me.

I turn away.
I can sense their arrogance.
I can hear them laughing.
I can feel it directed at me.

Someone taps on my shoulder.
Holds my hand.
A lady.
Says "Take this, buy food"
Crack in her voice.
Sorrow in her eyes.
I look at my palm.
A red note.
"I don't want your sympathy"
Unsaid words.
I nod and thank her instead.
I'm hopeless.

I close my eyes.
Where to run?
Where to hide?
I stand up.
I walk away.

I have come undone.
God, help me.

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Lady Ali shares her thoughts about homelessness and loss. Follow her on Twitter: @alithelady


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