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POETRY
Homeless people who take part in a writing workshop at the
Clergy Coalition Shelter for the Homeless in Hoboken, N.J., are the authors of
the poems selected for this week.
Understand
It would be so damn cool to live underground Where no
liquor store, gun runner or dope dealer can be found No electricity, no
sunlight to brighten your day Just the dim lights of candles to show you the
way No worrying about gung-ho police, or crossing the street No sense of
direction, you just follow your feet No more bullshit government, or the
presidents lies You just go from tunnel to tunnel as time flies And
what do you do when you come to a dead end? Its simple, you just turn
around and start the same process over again All this sounds weird, and you
wonder where it will stop But soon as your ass get hungry, youll find
your way to the top I guess some people say living underground is real
cool But if you think you can do it without coming to the top You are the
worlds biggest damn fool.
-- Robert Leech
Beneath the Surface
Hoboken is a city of beauty and at night it is a city
of lights. Beneath all the beauty and lights it is a city full of people who
are striving to survive, who have lost all hope with the system and only
find strength in those who can relate or those who are in the same
situation or predicament and find comfort in knowing that they are not
alone no matter how lost, lonely or forgotten they may be.
-- Renee
This Hand Protected from all Harm
This hand helped take care of four kids of my own,
five grandkids and their mothers. It also provided for them as they grew up,
it protected them from all harm and also helped them understand what it
meant to have some kind of training for the future.
-- James M.
Please Hear Me
Fear of not being understood Thats really not
good Being misunderstood Means one thing And the things seen as
another Is the worst thing -- to me Please hear me -- my sister And
my brother
-- Elizabeth
Mamas Hands, Fathers Necklace
What can I say? Mommas hands were full of
talent. She made biscuits delicious with them. She shelled peas, washed,
sorted beans with them and raising three sometimes hardheaded boys by
herself. If you messed up bad enough she could use her hands to knock you
into next week. Her hands gave us an allowance. Not on a regular basis
but pretty regular -- when she could. Her hands opened our report cards
and trembled with anger when she got hurt or mad. One time my live-away
father came over and they were arguing about something he did. They were
in the bathroom and he punched her hard in the eye. We didnt see it
cause we were on the steps. The toilet seat was broke and loose. She took
those hands and wrapped the toilet seat around his neck. He ran out of
the house like that. Everyone saw it and laughed.
-- Gary Evans
Leaving My Seat
As I walk through the city of Hoboken my spirit is
lifted by the fast pace of professionals racing off to their careers, the
beautiful shops and restaurants that light up Washington Street. There
are plenty of churches, delis and the great aroma of all different types
of food. However, I also see the men in the blue and white cars with
their blue and white suits waiting for me to take a seat at the train
stations, the bus stop, restaurants, the book stores, waiting to tell me
to leave my seat!!
-- Michael Lawrence
Potpourri
I am heavily laden with cares and woes Too many to
count on my fingers and toes
-- R.G.
Making the Transition
My best learning experience was making the transition
from being taken care of to taking care of myself. People change when they
can use you to get what you have. When you give more, people take
kindness for weakness. Youve got to understand yourself and your life.
Keep your eyes on your opponent at all times.
-- Professor
Homeless
Who Am I? Your sister or brother, your Mother or
father, your daughter or your son. I am homeless. Black or white, red
or brown, I walk the streets all day looking just to make it. Through the
day people look at me and stand back to their friends and talk about me,
about how I look and how I smell, never knowing the real person that
is inside of me. As you watch your TV and play your tapes, I try to stay
warm on very cold days. When you are warm in your home, I am homeless. As
you sleep at night in your nice warm bed I am trying to sleep anywhere I
can: rooftops and doorways, park benches and so on.
-- Homeless
Children of the World
Children of the world today See how they play every
way Growing ghetto poor and stay Wealthy in their own sweet way
Children of the world today Jumping rope play their own sweet day Let us
pray in our only way Let us be what was today
-- Gerome Barksdale
Pennies
help me sometimes when Im broke.
Its embarrassing when I drop them, like today from my wallet. I did
pick up. I dont care if any drop when its money. Far back
1988/89 I count 75 pennies and I buy milk for my daughter. I was pregnant
with my son and have a little girl one year and three months. Pennies is
how I get to go. I pick up where I see them on the street or anywhere.
Pennies make lots of cents.
-- Regina G. Stickle
Troubles, Worries, Work
Moving day. It always scared me to death. Troubles,
worries, work. It includes everything to make me crazy. Some people like
it, but not me. There is always some hope but what are hopes? Hopes
bring troubles, worries, work, and they include everything to make me
crazy. Some people like it, but not me. I would like not to move. I would
like to stay, because actually days are not moving. There are no moving
days. Time stays. We move. I would like to stay not to move.
-- Madmax
Having Gone Through It Before
Well, sometimes its hard to ask for help when
you have been through it before. Sometimes I can hit myself in the head
when someone has to tell me what to do, how to do it and when. Sometimes
it really sucks. But the pain and running made me put up with what I
have to do to get back on the right track and turn my life back around.
After going into treatment for fourteen inside and six months in a
halfway house, staying clean for six and half years you would think I
would learn.
-- Big Barry
Loud and Quiet
Im mad as anything I want nothing more Than
to yell as loud as thunder Yet I keep as quiet as a snowfall
-- M. Tufano
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