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“You don’t love me” by Trevor Witt

You don’t love me,
That’s the truth,
It’s plain to see.
But I am not a sack of cloth.
I am not a wandering moth.

I am a human being,
Not a dead bouquet.
I am barely surviving,
Living on the street,
This is not okay.

With no healthcare,
And no address,
How can I take care?
How can I find my way?
Out of this maze, this mess?

Even with two jobs,
And living in my car,
I have to commute,
And I have to shower.
I can’t get very far.

With nowhere to cook,
No space to be by myself,
People always look through my windows,
Whether I am sleeping,
Or simply reading a book.

I am working,
But I can’t get mail,
Without a P.O. Box,
I can’t get a break,
Without picking some locks.

So let me eat,
Let me beg,
It’s so hard out here,
With no home, no home,
No pillow on which to lay my head.

“Embrace without embarrassment” by Trevor Witt

Embrace without embarrassment
The greatest arms the world has ever seen.

Fight the greatest struggle,
Master your misgivings and give it your all.

Muster your courage,
Reach deep within.

Begin the battle –
Though you know you can’t win –

To love despite pain,
To give without seeking gain,

To accept your fears and your faults,
Even if they never come to a halt,

To bear others with joy,
To greet with hugs, even if shy and coy.

Arm yourself with amour,

And give this to all you hate and all you adore.

Treat yourself kindly.
Do not love blindly.
But focus your energy.
And appreciate Serendipity.

“I am a rock” by Trevor Witt

I am a rock,
Molded by critters,
Shaped by my surroundings,
Rolling down a hill,
The cornerstone of a home,
Evolving with the times,
Eroded by wind and water,
Crumbling into dirt.

I am earth.

“Focus on the present (poop)” by Trevor Witt

Focus on the present,
Don’t lose yourself in your head.

I am pooping.
I am in the cafe.
I am pooping in the restroom.
With two minutes left on my break.