I walked down the path towards Forestville Road, and all I could think about was:
"I wonder what’s next?"
I could see myself dreaming the things I have always wanted, but would never touch.
I wanted to be in one of those navy crews, enjoying the blissful airs of the Atlantic.
I wanted to be an actress in a feature film set at a cool beach, down in Miami.
Things in life never go the way you expected to, and when you realize that the dreams you wanted will never happen, you feel all hope is gone. You feel your body collapse and your legs begin to break. You feel like you’re walking on top of your dreams, as if it tainted with mass tons of dirt. You feel as if you're pain has no end and the sorrow becomes unbearable.
"I wonder what’s next?"
I could see myself dreaming the things I have always wanted, but would never touch.
I wanted to be in one of those navy crews, enjoying the blissful airs of the Atlantic.
I wanted to be an actress in a feature film set at a cool beach, down in Miami.
Things in life never go the way you expected to, and when you realize that the dreams you wanted will never happen, you feel all hope is gone. You feel your body collapse and your legs begin to break. You feel like you’re walking on top of your dreams, as if it tainted with mass tons of dirt. You feel as if you're pain has no end and the sorrow becomes unbearable.
Suddenly a car pulls up, and a young man around the age of 23 slowly creeks up to you in the middle of the night.
He smiled, but what for?
Could he see me?
Me, a person so broken down that my essence was like something off of "The Color Purple."
No wait, was it I was attractive enough to even pull over for? I glared at him. He asked me if I was alright, and I told him I would be fine.
He still followed me, as if he wasn't getting the picture.
I tapped on the car and glared back and said, "I told you I'm fine." He assured me that he didn't mean any harm and that he would drive me to where ever I asked him. Nothing in life was free, nether was this car ride. I sat in the car looking over at him, as he drove to "Pick Up" a few things.
I was raised in DC, I knew very well what those things consisted of.
This was no safe ride! He looked over at me, and asked, "Can I see your titties?"
He smiled, but what for?
Could he see me?
Me, a person so broken down that my essence was like something off of "The Color Purple."
No wait, was it I was attractive enough to even pull over for? I glared at him. He asked me if I was alright, and I told him I would be fine.
He still followed me, as if he wasn't getting the picture.
I tapped on the car and glared back and said, "I told you I'm fine." He assured me that he didn't mean any harm and that he would drive me to where ever I asked him. Nothing in life was free, nether was this car ride. I sat in the car looking over at him, as he drove to "Pick Up" a few things.
I was raised in DC, I knew very well what those things consisted of.
This was no safe ride! He looked over at me, and asked, "Can I see your titties?"
I knew it!
Again, nothing in life is free. I glared at him, "No, I don't know you. I shouldn't have gotten in this ride," he then again stated it was fine. “No worries” was all he’d say. After thirty more minuets he stated, "Pull your tongue out, I want to see it"
Could he see how I felt?
I felt completely dirty.
I felt used as if nothing of this could wash off.
“What kind of nightmare is this?” I asked myself.
It’s called being Homeless.
Rather you steal for a meal or you try to sale yourself for something to eat. Homeless Shelters are everyone's answers. The conditions are so poor, sleeping on a bus stand is much better than waking up to a crazy person invading your belongings.
The streets are cold, nothing is free and everyday your life is at risk.
Again, nothing in life is free. I glared at him, "No, I don't know you. I shouldn't have gotten in this ride," he then again stated it was fine. “No worries” was all he’d say. After thirty more minuets he stated, "Pull your tongue out, I want to see it"
Could he see how I felt?
I felt completely dirty.
I felt used as if nothing of this could wash off.
“What kind of nightmare is this?” I asked myself.
It’s called being Homeless.
Rather you steal for a meal or you try to sale yourself for something to eat. Homeless Shelters are everyone's answers. The conditions are so poor, sleeping on a bus stand is much better than waking up to a crazy person invading your belongings.
The streets are cold, nothing is free and everyday your life is at risk.
