A couple of weeks ago I met a young man named Anthony (aka Anthony of the Street). He shared with me this unfinished poem and gave me permission to share it with all of you. I am recreating it for you just as I received it.
Homeless and Happy
my pain run so deep you would think
my soul would be unrepairable constantely
thinking of my mistakes as I walk the
street of the ATL.
Homeless and Happy
Sulfreying, and reaping what I sowed
God chastizeing me for the vowels
I made and didn’t keep that’s why
Sleep on the ground, and walk the streets.
But I can truly say god’s with me. I just
gotta stand firm on my belief and go on
through these ostacles. But knowing God
with me is why I can truly say
I smile because I’m truly Happy
because I truly know Jesus, and I’m
Still.
Homeless and Happy
Crying on the inside
Crying on the inside Cause
the pain is unbearable from the
Hurt of loseing my mother, and
never, haveing a daddy and being
alone in this cruel world. all I
have is god to keep me strong and
Happy, while I cry on the Inside.
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