Amazing Kids! Magazine

Hard Times for Homeless People

By Alex Zapien, Age 12, California

 

Beneath the freeway
Where I don’t pay rent
But it’s really not a house
It’s more like a tent

No roof, no doors
No water, no heat
No food in my stomach
No bread, rice, or meat

Sometimes I have a goal
For where I want to go
As I go place to place
To escape my black hole

Finding other shelter
Becomes a rat race
I’m forced to move out
Who can keep up this pace?

This happens week to week
I’m not strong, I’m not buff
I wish I could rest
Because I’m always carrying my stuff

Can I feel like a hotel guest?
I’ll need money to buy supplies
When I ask people for help
Sometimes they feed me with lies

I hear people laughing
Why can’t they stop staring at me?
Do they realize being homeless and poor
Sometimes means asking and asking for money?

This happens more than once
Their hearts are full of greed
This can happen to anybody, anywhere,
In this city