Looks so different in the eyes of strangers
No one ever tells you homeless looks like attention
from the eyes and bodies of strangers
Body after body, night after night.
I learned in 2017 you can be homeless and still have a roof over your head,
My stepmother spit venom when she called me lucky to live under her roof,
But I was dying out in a thin shell she called my body.
I have lived in three homes within two months, selling my body and words
For extra cash to afford rent and college.
Did I forget to mention that in my applications and resumes
I, private college acceptant, daycare teacher who looks like I have everything together
I am ripping my skin open every night to free the demons others leave on me
And you have the nerve to tell me I chose the easy way out.