Reach out to the lost, barren ones.
Bring light where darkness lurks.
That sparkle forgotten by flesh.
Buried deep with spoiled, ugly dirt.
Street life feeds the pain we become.
Saturated in an existence love poor.
Judged, harassed, overlooked, our families shame.
A life full of unopened and closed doors.
One by one change will begin.
As creative juices flow and take hold.
Art, music, dance, performing life.
Filling, our spirits shine full and bold.
Spirit inspired artists reaching out.
Selfish only for a need to open hearts.
Helping in a way that truly matters.
Tangible gifts that result in art.
Becky Jo Gibson