8 August 2009
You survived the streets,
the anger, the sharp sticks,
the knives, the broken glass, the stares,
the nights in a shelter
where every breath
and every virus knew your name.
You survived the shelter,
the good will, the coughing,
the head lice, the condescension, the walls
that would not give way to a window.
© 2009, Satya J. Gabriel