Yes it's true you see for I am poor as I can be. I sleep in my box for a decent nights sleep. I get my food from a dumpster and yes it's gross as can be.I don't like to beg or plea but could you please rescue me. I hate living on the streets, I hate this scary place. People look at me like I have a distorted face. I'm just like them maybe less clean. My hair is grease and my skin is marked. My stomach is starvin and my body shows, for my ribs have appeared clear and bold. Today a little girl skipped by her smile resembled mine. She stopped skip an walked over to me. She offered me five dollars to get something to eat. I went to the Creek to get myself clean. Then I went to the diner to satisfy my hunger. So thank you sweet girl for your my Angel. For without your five dollars I would be no longer.