A Homelles

January 25, 2010
By , East Chicago, IN
I met this guy,
he ask me for money
He was ugly and his voice bitter
He said “please I beg money for food”
It was strange he ask me again
His voice was loud, “please money for food”
I try ignoring him,
yet he was following me
Saying “my good man money for food”
I felt bad I gave him money
After a week he was dead
I found him on the floor motionless
He died beacause of drugs
He died because he chose to.





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