Photo of a cup of coffee, a blank notebook, and a fountain ink pen.

Home Someday… 

By Robert Warren 

Famous people who were once homeless makes me think of people every one knows.  

People who have done the hard work it takes to end their homelessness.  

People who have overcome joblessness, the disease of addiction, alcoholism,  

People who struggle with mental problems, and have found their way with help to end their homelessness.  

There is always the one who came to the world, the poor and the homeless, to teach them how to go home.  

The one who was once homeless himself on earth, Jesus Christ.  

And may we continue to help the homeless in the spirit of Christ, that we all may go home someday. 

Robert is a member of The People for Fairness Coalition. 


Destined to be Great 

By Reginald Black 

While reading about famous African-Americans who have been homeless. I ran across two people who have made their way in life similar to what I am doing here at Street Sense. The first person that comes to mind is Gorden Parks. He was a film director and also a best-selling author. The fact that this great man was a writer speaks volumes. He also had one other thing in common with me and my own journey through homelessness. Gordon became homeless after his mother passed away. While I did not become homeless until my twenties, I know what it feels like, for my own mother passed away exactly five months before my seventh birthday. Losing her was hard, but I persevered. The other person I found I have a surprising similarity with is Lee Stinger, who is also an author. I know by learning from these great men’s journeys I will be able to display that I belong with them. As they were destined for greatness, I feel that I am destined for the same. This is a goal I work to achieve each and every day. I know the future holds an even more inspiring story, but I don’t think I’ll be reader, I feel I will be its writer. 


Reggie’s Reflections – Final Destination?? 

By Reginald Black 

In recent weeks, I was forced to put myself in danger. My hideout was invaded, and I was begging and pleading for somewhere to go. I would leave not knowing if the furnishings would vanish. I was very scarcely online still struggling to sell my new venture, but I did see progress. I returned from my corner one night, and all was padlocked and the furniture was gone. “They have been here.” I thought. I knew from recent events that anyone’s stay at the bottom of this apartment building will be impossible. I went into the colder room and laid on the floor. All I had for bedding was my card board sign. I was hurt, and didn’t even bother to reach for the phone. Suddenly, I felt the urge to leave. Not able to resist, I entered the cold air. ”Where, Where,’‘ ? I thought. All I wanted was to go home. Coming to my senses I entered another building. I found a small hole but roaches ruled the inside, so I slept on the floor. The next morning the janitor scolded me for being where I was. At that point I had no choice. I knew I would have to leave. So I got out of there. I didn’t know what to do. Lost and confused, I commuted into work unsure of my final destination.  

Reggie hosts The Writer’s Group Meetings. 


Intelligence Black Freedom 

By David Rubin 

Spying is mankind’s second oldest profession. It was refined by a Jesuit priest named Henry Lloyd, (1718-83). He became the first spy to make it legal under military science. In the foundation of United States, President George Washington consulted with Lloyd to building an intelligence network in U.S. The model was later used by General George Meade to build the NSA intelligence network after the Civil War. Intelligent black freedom was formed by using the same model a powerful Maryland spy used to build Washington DC and West Point academy for the smart soldier.  

David volunteers and is writing his own novel. 


Small Freedoms 

By Patty Smith 

I was reading a how to write book for college writers, when I found a letter from Birmingham Jail. I also read the book I have a dream. Martian Luther king wrote both of these. In the 1960’s you suddenly found your tongue twisted, and stammer your speech as you try to explain to your six year old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television. You would have to see the tears swelling up in her eyes when she is told that fun town is closed to colored children. I remember going to Kennywood park a lot. Knowing this information, I want to save some money to send my little cousins to Kings Dominion. As children, I guess we never know when you have to appreciate the little things in life. So people take the little ones to a park, because some of us have not always had this freedom to go to an amusement park.  

Patty loves creative writing.