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I am.
I am everyone that has ever been discriminated against. I am anyone who has ever had to live on the streets, begging for money, while people push me out of the way to catch the subway. I am the man who lives in your doorway, and I am the woman who sings for pennies. I am the victim of hold ups and mugging. I am the child lost between two streets, and being swept away by the current of feet.
How do I get up in the morning? How do I sleep at night? It seems as if no one cares. All I can get are blank faces, hollow stares, and wicked laughs. No one seems to see my troubles.
I am not selfish.
It may be I have no friend. It may be I have no one I can turn to in my times of need, but there is someTHING I have.
City sidewalks, parking lots, streets, curbs, alleys.
The concrete is always there to embrace me. Whether I make it my bed, my resting place, my canvas, my path to safety, or the thing to break my fall, it is always there for me.
Walking down these city streets, no matter what happens to me, I know there is at least something there I can count on.
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