I see you walk pass me
As if I\'m not even there
I\'m supposed to not notice
Or show that Im hurt or care
You step away, you turn your head
You wrinkle your nose, your eyes go dim
As if even acknowledging me
Is some kind of horriable sin
Let me tell you something
About the homeless on the street
It\'s not an easy life, being
Your victims of neglect and mistreat
A warm place is hard to find
Food is sparce to eat
But we share with one another
Protecting everyone as we sleep
Just because we\'ve fallen
Life and hard times knocked us down
Doesn\'t mean we\'re just lazy
Or like sleeping on the ground
We are all not on drugs or drunks
Why can\'t you just open your eyes to see
Some of us suffer mental damage
From fighting and defending our country
I might not smell great
Im tired,My clothes worn, and torn
But I might have been this way
As I fought for the country where I\'m born
So stop a minute, before you judge me
Realize some are just a paycheck away
Lost job, Hospital bills, divorce, or death
Can also take your home away
Then what will you do
What will you think
When you find yourself next to me
Begging for something to eat or drink
Written by Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins