They smoke stuff that smells bad. Some lay against the wall, sleeping or drinking things. And you have to step over legs stuck out, and miss that puke there.
Some of them are buying things. I see the money handed around, and baggies or rollies passed about. Sometimes smaller things.
Just want to get across the street, and back into the warm place. Maybe we can have a Happy Meal? Mommy shakes her head, saying "we'll see".
There is a dirty guy bent over, playing with shoe strings while giggling. He looks sick, and groans sometimes. That weird guy tries to stop me, keeping me from Mommy. His hands are all black, and his eyes are funny, all cloudy, like the air today. His reaches to me like Daddy said he might. Told him no, and he won't stop. So I use those words, like the girl did last night, when we came here.
Mommy yells at me, mad. Wants to know where I heard that. Can't she hear them around us, talking that way? What's wrong with what I said? Everyone's using those words when saying no.
Got away, though. Why's that guy in the hat all scrunchy faced? He's right, saying I shouldn't have to walk through this. I want a home, not here. Walking to school there was further, but easy. Not so many strange people doing dumb things.
What smells? Oh! I better walk around that puddle, it's yellow. Don't he know there's a bathroom just inside the door?
The leather jacket guy is walking to that car. One less person to dodge. Wonder what he's selling them?
Why is that lady there hiding under the blanket. Everyone else smokes standing up. Smells funny, and things are spinning.
Ooo! A fight! Now two more are in the street. Are they playing? No. Wow! Even my little brother aims better than that! Ha! He missed and fell down!
Daddy grabs my hand. He caught up, and pulls me to the street. "Watch for the trains, honey."
Why is he frowning? Everyone here says yes that way.
I can't wait to get across the street. The guards keep the wild people away there.
This is the bit I actually wanted published this year, something to make America wake up and realize just what the hell is wrong with jamming all the homeless into one place. It is in no way fair to the kids. I've finally done my part, putting this out there. I saw all this, including the kids being led around it all, outside the shelter in Salt Lake City, during my time there, and in the one return after I turned to street camping to catch a bus to a free feed on New Year's Day, 2014. You have a lot to atone for, those who feel the sins of the father and mother deserve to be rained upon the children. But, that is for God to beat your asses for, not me.
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