I want to thank all staff at Saint Anthony’s on 8th / Market: I get all my clothes and shoes there free of charge. The staff treat me like I am a celebrity. Also, I want to thank the best shelter in San Francisco, MSC-South. MSC staff is a rare breed where the compassion is so unqiue yet so genuine. I personally witness supervisors struggling and juggling to find beds for the homeless to sleep in. I witness patience where normal people would give up: Not MSC-South! The communication was inspiring. It really gave me a sense of belonging.
Devastated at such betrayal and disloyalty. They really don’t know I’m royalty. I have dignity and pride, but I can no longer confide. I’m of truth and light still they believed lies and desire to fight. Be gone, Devil! God and I are tight! Alone, no one believing, caring, loving and supporting in my life. Thank God I’m not somebody’s wife. Alone drowning in my pain and tears. My heart can’t bear. I still care. I hold my values dear.
My loneliness is allowing me to hear. Why do I have to sit in my chair? Alone in God’s eyes; I have no such dyes. My strength, courage, hope, faith and vitrues are bricks. My enemies can no longer kick. Ha! I know all your dirty tricks. Alone is not so bad. I trash all the cads. I write all the facts in my pads. I’m just like my mom and dad. I’m alone, I might feel sad, but my freedom makes me glad. Okay! Angel Tad, tell me what’s my task? I know I always ask.
He laugs and says, “You’re not alone. You could always phone home.”
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