Help The Homeless?
They say they can help themselves,
Can they?
I was six years old, living on the streets in a shopping cart.
Could I help myself?
My sister was 16, teaching me math on the underpass of a freeway.
Could she help me?
Parents, long gone.
Could I help it?
Next time, think before you speak.
You can help it.
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