Who am I?

Who am I?

Judging a person’s status,

Who am I?

Thinking that the homeless are people that are not loved by Him,

Who am I?

Dreaming to have more of everything

Clothing, Food, Love;

Who am I?

Thinking that the way I treat them does not have an impact on the person they are,

Who am I?

Assuming this is life,

But in reality this is not.

When you experience the truth or reality, you’d wish to go back and fix the person you were, that is what happened to me.

Now…

Being homeless is a nightmare,

Being homeless is like being separated by ethnicity in public,

Being homeless is a horrible tragedy,

Hearing the word “homeless” is like a curse that no one will want to spread.

But why do I?

Now beg on the streets for love and mercy under the moon and sunlight,

Why do I?

Think I can be someone someday,

Why do I?

Dream to be tucked in every night by my mom,

Why do I?

Dream to have a moment at which I can live to the fullest like I did.

When I should have thought before I said,

And think before I did.

All this time I didn't think what they thought or what happened to them mattered,

Now I am worried if there is going to be someone out there that would think like that,

Now you see that even a person like me who lives with one of the wealthiest has reached such depths of the dark.

So I beg of you not to do what I have done and treat everyone as one, God once said.

Now I have realized,

That I was a person who lived a cosmetic life, until I woke up and faced reality.

Then had realized that being “homeless” is engraved in everybody’s heart,

And that is where it starts and can stop.

Because for God's sake we are one and one for all.