I've been sitting on this concrete for as long as I remember,
Regret has left my soul years ago.
I just try to admire what I have now.
As I ask the people of my free country for the giving,
I feel like I'm testing their identity,
Pushing them to be a Good Samaritan,
Squeezing at their hearts for one measly penny...
But I just want my stomach to stop feeling empty
My limbs to stop shaking
And keep my throat from being dry.
Despite the life you wouldn't live,
I want to live.
I sit on this concrete for families who live under a bridge
But don't want to leave their children behind.
I sit on this concrete to feed the 102 men and women behind the abandoned building
I sit on this concrete for the sick people who have no medicine.
Sometimes I'm not on this concrete just for me.
I remember when I was a doctor/teacher/entrepreneur/surgeon/CEO/designer/engineer/actor/professor/firefighter/therapist/......
Who would've known I'd be here?
Less of a home
And so many others like me.
But when I get that measly penny
Joy fills my heart.
It reminds me there's still good people
Even though sometimes I wasn't before my change of life.
I may be less of a home
But this concrete is my home.
And I've learned many things as I sit here.