Homeless
By Shirley Smothers
Do not turn your eyes
and pretend I am not here.
Do not look at me
with disgust.
Laziness is not the
reason I am here.
Some of you are
but an illness,
an injury, a job lost
to be in my shoes.
I am not a threat
to you.
I will not kill you.
Or maybe I will !
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