by Cynthia Harlan

Created on: August 05, 2010

I was your neighbor, your friend, your family.

I once lived in a beautiful home.

I knew that when I was hungry my belly would be full.

And then the rain came.

I lost my job, then my home and then my pride.

I now walk the streets begging for scraps of food.

I am ridiculed or worse ignored.

I feel like I have been caught up in an endless storm

No sunshine, no rainbows

I wonder if I will ever be free from all this rain.

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