Dear God
how are you
it’s me your creation i think
i was walking around the Skid
i felt afraid
i saw people laid out
and i noticed the pigeons
with missing little toes
feathers crushed and greasy
competing for food
i felt as if i was falling
up in a spiral a void
and the world laughed at me
chest beats hard dry mouth
look out i gotta run
and my feet became lead
30 pieces of silver
called anti-anxiety meds
Dear God
in the midst of my panic
an old black man
stood by me
you ok baby
you sho’ don’t belong heah’
then i cried and i sobbed
and i said i’m real sorry
he said is ok baby
lemme’ git you some hep’
the light it swirled
bullying me
but he was my rock
my Psalm eighteen
words less spoken 
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
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Amen… 😊
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This hurt me and I know exactly how you feel.
Every time my girlfriend and I, drive by Skid row…it breaks my heart
to see people on the streets surviving and struggling.
You wrote this poem with heart, soul, and depth. Emotionally moving.
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Isnt it just awful? Thanks friend
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It’s really awful and sad. I want all those people to be in the best care and have a home where they have good and a place to call their bed.
You welcome. 🙂
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