
with Verne
just because I’m scruffy
and smell sometimes
doesn’t mean my DNA
is not human
I ran away from boarding school
mattress on the floor
cockroaches and mice
a huge gambling problem
lots of drugs
lots of alcohol
I am apprehensive
about smiling
people yell at me
assumptions set in concrete
there’s very little future
unless magic happens
The poems in Voices with no home were mined by Rachel McAlpine from the pages of Te Ha Tangata: the breath of the people, a human library on homelessness. Editor Elspeth Tilley, published 2018 in Aotearoa New Zealand by Te Puaroha Compassion Soup Kitchen and Massey University School of English & Media Studies.
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