No Home

Little boy

I remember you

Back in high school

Tall and lanky

Your goofish grin

Being black but sounding white

Kid’s didn’t know what category to put you in

Back then

But today is now

And I can’t seem to wrap my mind around how

You fell through the cracks

Of every social service system

As I watch you turn your back

Leaving a homeless shelter

To walk down the street

Looking just like you did in high school

More scraggly, but still meek

Though your grin is gone

Much like what must’ve been your support systems long,

Before you ever had the chance to figure out what navigating life was about

Now I watch you trying to get in, but left out

No home

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