When asked to express my own experience with homelessness during the Street Sense writers’ group, I practically had to think twice about what truly applies to my situation.
First, I do not qualify for the section on housing, which ends homelessness. I cannot obtain food stamps and do not have health insurance or other small, but useful, benefits given to other homeless individuals.
Describing myself as a black male of African descent who is Jewish, poor, homeless and an illegal immigrant, I never found anything to say about homelessness, since my description defines odiousness to a civilized society since history began to be recorded.
Thus, homelessness is only a small part of the troubling life I have experienced since I arrived in the United States 14 years ago. If there truly is something to mention about homelessness, I could say it is the lost legal word of habeas corpus, for it defines the last government of the United States and the present under the name of homeland security.
I believe I have a home in Kenya and have requested for voluntary deportation, due to extreme circumstances which indeed violated the standards of the U.N. human rights abuse charter. In summary, my homelessness is equal to habeas corpus.
