everytime we rode along this street... my mom told me to lock the doors and close the windows she told me to not stare at the homeless for it makes you look like you were willing to give something i always detested that rule everyday the same poor man with the cracked teeth and dirty attire wobbled down the center of the street carrying a sign... "PLEASE HELP ME..BUY FROM THE HOMELESS" the man carried with him a DOZEN roses... the man always stayed an extra second at our car and each day my mom shook her head with a firm NO escaping from her lips i looked the man directly in his eyes and he knew he knew i wanted to reach out to him.. even with a measley dollar bill i wanted to cure the sadness in his eyes and touch him to the very depths of his soul and i wanted to wash away the permenant tear stains on his cheeks... momma said..chanel dont look at that ole' dirty man! but i pressed the 'down' button in the car.. and gave him my new crisp bill with satisfaction written all over my face my momma looked at me and stabbed razors through my heart with her eyes i gave her a smirk and turned away the man smiled the most radiant smile ive ever seen...at that moment in time i really thought i did something to better the world...i really thought i accomplished my lifes goal... i gleamed at him for hours it seemed... while i anxiously awaited my rose he uttered a raspy thank you, with a tear rolling down his cheek *and he gave me the whole dozen*
Reason for writing:
its better to give than recieve.. but i got something that day
Birth sign: Virgo
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