The Man on the Street

I see what no other child cares to see The invisible person on the street He walks along the cold dark streets Begging for money for food to eat The clothes on his back all tattered and torn But to him brings comfort and warmth Without money not a dollar to spare In hopes that God will treat him fair Day after day people pass him by Maybe one day it could be you or I Next time you see a poor homeless guy Don't just walk on by Give him a dollar or two to spare What he does with it I do not care Just so he knows God still cares Brief backstory: I wrote this poem when I was 8, living in California. It was awarded best in the region and found a spot in a book for young poets. If you are unaware, California is notorious for homeless individuals. There are homeless communities formed within the city where they gather to support one another. It is astonishing the amount they are willing to give in relation to what they have. That is if you treat them like the people they are. I submit this poem for The Hate U Give because hate is not just about ethnicity, religion, or gender. Hate is a wide spread plague that has infected this nation. As we discovered kerosene does not cure the flu, we should be on track to discover more hate does not cure hatred. I have carried this mindset throughout my years. It is difficult at times, I admit. Although, the self-reward is much greater than any social justice.