Do you care...That I had to apply for food stamps today? I am hungry. I have a child to feed.
I sit there in my one-bedroom apartment struggling with my teenaged son, wondering if the lights will get turned off today. I'm rushing to work in that supermarket downtown.
I have to walk miles to get from place to place. Feet tired from standing all day while I wring up your groceries. I Drag myself home, we’re having rice and beans for dinner again tonight.
I’m always so exhausted after a long day that all I can do is crash. As I lay in bed trying to sleep and forget for a moment all the stresses of my life, a slow tear falls from my eye. Do you care?
Do you care...That I served my country as a good citizen should? I am homeless. I am hungry.
I sit on this bench wondering where my next meal will come from. My nightmares play in my mind like a song on repeat. Remembering the soup kitchen a few blocks away, I hurry that way.
It’s cold out at night, so I march around to keep warm and sing a little cadence in my head. There’s a long line for the soup kitchen, it will be a long wait.
I go to sleep on the train. As I stretch on the seat and lay my head to the side, the fear of what’s to come chases me into my dreams. Do you care?