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Homeless

It's really humiliating To be shaking a cup 24 hours a day And people just look At you like you're Some sort of bum I go to fill out applications They look at me and I'm not looking presentable And then they "Well, we'll call you Leave a number" But how can I leave a number When I don't have a phone It's just a struggle I've had people walk past me and Say "get a job you bum" And I said "wait a minute" "I'm not a bum, I'm a human" And, it's hard After the end of the day When people go home I just feel so bad That I can't be Going home too
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a-m-ryder
26 / M / Everett
Published
Sep 12, 2021
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32·117
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#struggle#homeless#empathy#bum#job#humiliating#home#human
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