we all want
a little security—
we like to feel safe
financially, emotionally,
physically.
we all need
a little security
socially
to survive
the useless years
where we no longer
produce
but still consume.
we all look for
social security
to come our way
during those slower days.
but when i ask,
when i need help
you say that i
am a drain,
too much of a pain,
perhaps even a stain
on society.
did i not
hold a job once too?
did i not contribute
for your parents too?
did i not risk my life
to forever ensure
you are free
to speculate, mistake,
smear, judge, scapegoat
me
simply because
i happen to currently be
homeless.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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