Very Sad
I am not lonely I have me the sad sack of stories
as they keep visiting tell me more as for five days you didn't speak to a soul
I am not old just different and a very practical brain up there to tell you all leave me alone as the world need more of me and less of you
you come for advises and tell you walk the dog and when you come back a surprise for you as never in need to leave the sofa the train comes to me
they all younger listening to a life of amazing the survival of five feet four and hundred pounds of not scare what tomorrow brings me
always a smile It's hard not to laugh the giggle with myself
as sexy two I pluck my chin for the cat and the dog to love me
the owner of a building where no one dared to move with a white face as few years ago I was sleeping on a bench with tarpaulin to keep the snow away never asking
for a dole of needles and told the pimp you wear the skirt as me want respect and I got it from the ladies of the night as they call me brave to face a gun from the little dude as nothing to lose those women are mine and not yours and I ask nothing from them but a check the test of aid. most of them tested positive and took their hand to bring them to achieve a life in a bed and not the street. scar face, smiley, brunilda and ice they all had names in thirteen street.
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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