I'm homeless.

I'm homeless and I still have a place to call home.
It's called the shelter. 
It's called briarpatch youth services.
It's called home.
I'm homeless and I still brush my teeth.
I'm grateful enough to have those amenities brought to me at briarpatch.
I'm grateful and cared about just enough to have shampoo, conditioner, and deodorant, along with body wash, toothbrush/toothpaste, and bras.
I'm homeless and I'm part of the LGBT community.
Meaning I'm the majority of the minority.
I'm part of the 40 percent.
I'm homeless and I have mental health issues.
I'm the majority. (depression, anxiety, PTSD)
I'm going to be okay.

This poem is about: 
Me

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