Homeless crisis

Graphic by Bruna Costa

Smile on the surface,

I take a look around, 

Frown from the crown to my stomach’s core 

My definition of perseverance,

Strolling; feet and ankles swollen 

until the sun leaves the day

Phone’s dead, no more scrolling;

Now I’m healing, social media causes dismay

Howling prayers at the moon 

Surprised no one hears them 

Coffee at midnight, 

The glow from the moon 

Forces me to think it’s a new day, 

Where the sky isn’t blue but

Black and I can’t sleep or dream…

My coffee needs more C.R.E.A.M.


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