We, who eat as the alley cats and dogs.
We, who lay are heads on stone. We, who use paper for blankets, and we, who feet look like shoe soles-we proclaim in our being, “that we are souls!” You don’t know what we been through, so don’t judge, you don’t want it for you. I guess you would like to know who we be? Most call us homeless, don’t judge, you don’t want it for you. With good or bad opportunities, situations, circumstances, and decisions, it could be you too and you would now be a part of who we be-souls unfortunate.