My Kindness Was Bleached Out
I knew him but very little
He's a father of a boy and he's homeless
I knew I had to lift him off the cold and dark streets
Took him in, helped him with a job
Rent free and everything else was on me
I encouraged him to find himself again
I wanted him to get back on his feet and be
the grown man and father like he should be
But for the love of God for seven months
He was buying heroin unbeknown to me
I treated him as a family, never asked him
for anything but to help himself
Instead my kindness was bleached out
And now his future is without my knowledge
Smile
Akkina R Downing
2-10-17
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017
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