In my head I never stop thinking about humanity,
The countless number of disgusted faces I see a day staring at me
Kids walking past and getting scared because I’m dirty
Adults never giving me money
They think I will spend it frivolously on drugs I guess.
But once a wealthy business man approached me,
Pointed and said, “It’s people like you that make this beautiful city dirty.”
Simply just stared back at him with no words to say,
Going to sleep at night in the sewers of New York, never envying that man,
But praying every night that he realize,
I’m the same as him.
Never once did I ask myself, Why God was this your plan for me?
Because it was, and I’m living a life that’s the same as everyone else’s.