• Hi, im the girl that you try to avoid, I am homeless, its not the most pleasant way to say it, but, it’s the truth, I once had a home, and a family, but they kicked me out, I am sixteen, all I did was tell the girl I love, that, I love her, I don’t think it was wrong, but, I sometimes feel as if it was a mistake, that girl, that told me ‘I love you too’, her parents sent her to place that said that they can ‘fix’ her, I would write her a letter, if only I knew where she was.

    I am the girl who goes to bed hungry and cries herself to sleep at night. When you are little, you notice me, you walk up to me and ask if Im ok, I am so weak, but, I try my best to smile and nod, you then ask me “Why are you crying?” I look down, you are about to take a step closer to me, when your mom calls your name, she grabs you by the hand and warns you about me, you ask your mom why im I crying, then you start to cry, your mom tries to calm you down, then she shot me a stare saying ‘How dare you make my daughter feel bad for you.’ I look down again even more ashamed of myself, they say that people who look down feel as if they belong there. When you grow up, you no longer notice me, you try to avoid me, as if I had the plague or some other terrible dieses.

    I am the girl who wonders aimlessly for the safe place to be, but I have learned, that for me, there is no safe place, only some that are safer then the next. You are walking with your parent down a city street, you rub your eye, then you look at you mom and dad and tell them that you are tired and hungry and that you want to go home. I to am tired, but I cant sleep, because I am hungry and I must look for someone who is so kind that they could spare some change,and I to would love to go to home, a home where I can be safe and where if I cry someone will be there for me. When you grow up, will you be one of those people so kind as to give me change, or will you be one of those parents who threw me out in the first place.

    I am girl who gets chased by police, for something as mere as being alive, do they really hate me that much. You are with your dad in his police car, your dad just got a call that I am in the area, he turns on his sirens and head towards me, your dad get out of the car points his gun at me and says “Stay where you are.” I put me hands up, your dad hand cuffs me and throws me into his car, as if I was nothing more then garbage. You ask your dad what did I do, he answers ‘disturbing the peace’ you then look at your dad as if he was a hero. Disturbing the peace, I thought about those words, the whole time I was in the holding cell, so that is what they call it now, so that is the grounds on which they get to treat me like garbage for, Disturbing the peace, who was I disturbing, I was sleeping on a piece of cardboard in the alleyway, but, I doesn’t matter what I say, for to them I do not have a voice, to them, I do not think, but, I need you to know that, I do think, I think about how am I going to live another day, and I don’t just think, but, I dream, and hope, I dream that I will one day have a family and a home, and that I can go to bed knowing that I am safe, and I hope that one day that, these people who have seemed to hate me, learn that I am nothing to hate, and I also hope that one day, you, will grow up, and hopefully choose a different path then other before you.

    And I am the girl who is still out there, wondering, starving, crying, running, begging, surviving, and I hope that by the time you hear this, that I can be more then the girl, I can be my dream.