Are you like me? You see a homeless person on the street or sitting in the city, either driving or walking by, and you feel slightly nervous? Sad, yet never moved enough to actually make eye contact or stop?
The common misconceptions about homeless people and their situation in life reveal the extreme narcissism present in our society: when we blame these people for their own suffering, we are no longer able to solve the problem at hand.
So, I am hoping that “Pro-Lifers,” self-proclaimed feminists, political analysts, and the broader community of caring individuals will shift their focuses to holding the Trump Administration that looms ahead to improvising housing solution for homeless women and children nationwide.
We are, all of us, human.
How does one take such a long term view at such a young age. I think it was the ten years she had spent developing her skills, singing in bars all over Alaska, preparing for this moment.
“Honestly, y’all can keep your change. I just need a smile today. Can someone please just give me a smile?” Through my music, my stream of consciousness inner monologue, and the sounds of the city, my heart breaks. Removing both earbuds this time, I turn on my heel to see him sitting on his bucket, smiling out with open arms, simply asking for the return of human compassion.
Update: He is still there. Recently made a nest.
Although housing rates are relatively low in Idaho, the city of Boise is making national news for something atypical of smaller cities: a large per capita homeless demographic.
But on a more personal level, I hope we can see ourselves in those who are homeless and vice versa rather than assume that they are somehow different or less than us.
I hear homeless people at nights. From under the railway overpass where many of them sleep, the noises echo across the road to my apartment on Flinders Street