Hand to Hand

I write the poems
that make the young girls cry
I write the stories
that are not lies.
When you buy the papers
you will find out why.
Homeless people die
some may wonder why
I know the homeless stride
I been homeless
and I don’t want to die
in the streets without pride.
Can you spare your donations
to enable me
to get on my feet
so I can help another
who needs a hand?
Let’s all be friends
for the other
women and children and men.