Old and homeless in your home town

Being in a town was bad enough but to have my Idenity take was not a case for me to understand ,spending many years with my old family memeber and grand parents to keep a job was hard as a black women at 55 years old  I need to understand all the friend were gone and i did not even know where they had gone and to not understand why my mother of a family mem ber did  not even tell me it was time to granduate  from high school not even a friend to call or come by Iam lost in my home town and to top it off homeless,to old for employment and a world of smoking and drugs and the law even to bring drugs into a legal law  what will I do where will I go but to fundraisering a thinfg to keep my transcript from public school and still keeping my dream of fashion alive

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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