DC Metro

Everyone laughs at me, they call me the Con Artist... Oh I wonder how much of a Con Artist am I? I swave my hips along to the side of the blue metro seats. Glaring at the bus driver with dazed eyes, I giggle and comment, "Do I know you?" it gets them all the time. I'm smart ;) I put my fair back into my pocket and start to talk about life and what it haves to offer. They like it, I then talk and stand wishing them a happy day. I wouldn't say I'm a Con Artist, I would say I'm a homeless person trying to survive!

Oh Airports, What I would do to fly in the air

Oh that airport what I would do to fly in the air. I wish I could fly, its expense and cost to much. I would go to Vegas and party. I might even just enjoy the air in London. Eather Way I wanna fly someday, I want to fly to a place I never been.

The Walk of Faith

It's funny I tell you, I had the most interesting day the other day. It was one of those days you really think to yourself and wonder, "What needs to be changed in my life". When ever I get like this I walk, and I just keep walking till my legs can't walk anymore. I call it the Walk of Faith. When it comes to God and his word, I've never really payed any attention. I want to ask him for so much and have so little to give back to him. Of course I could always give him, my self and all that is to give. I tell myself I shouldn't ask for things, when I want it and instead try to praise him everyday.  As I walked on this path of life empty, lonely with really no one to talk to I realized one things for sure. He's never really gone, he's there all the time. Even when that path got dark, I put my Ipod flash light on and walked, until the end. I was hearing sound of animals moving, and birds waking up. I still was with God, he stood next to me as I walked into the dark wondering what was next. He even had me sing a few songs, just to let me know his spirit was enjoying it too.

Roads of Dirty Dreams, and Broken Sorrow

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. 

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?" 

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.