WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE HOMELESS
I was sixteen and homeless,
Living off the streets,
I had no where to go
And nothing to eat.
I depended on begging
I needed the money,
But people walked by,
Some thought it was funny,
I was refused in hostels
I wasn't eighteen,
I had lost my ambitions,
My goals and my dreams.
How would you cope?
Out there all alone,
With no proper family,
No place to call home.
For me being homeless,
Wasn't any fun.
But remember this,
I'm not the only one.
STEPHANIE NICHOLLS ©