I Can Only Imagine....

...what it must feel like to be receive a kick in the ribs from an officer of the law as my wake up call..... to arrive at a place of mental illness through combat, sickness, poor diet, or loneliness.... to wash my hands and never get all the grime off..... to be ignored..... to have "responsible folk" form opionions of my work ethic, intelligence, integrity, ingenuity, and worth..... to never receive a Christmas card..... to accept charity..... to find no one to provide or fight for my basic human rights.....to not be able to take my dog to the vet after she gets hit by a car....to find a job doing hard labor only to be cheated out of my wages by a greedy foreman....to pay for my meals by collecting scrap metal....to eat out of a garbage can when no scrap metal is found.....to have no one ask me my name....to keep my guard up all the time.....to sleep in fear of being robbed or beaten or freezing to death....to watch my comrades succumb to drugs and alcohol.....to watch myself succumb to drugs and alcohol.....to be a kid who doesn't walk through a front door after school like all my friends do.....to be an object or an issue instead of a human being....TO BE HOMELESS IN A BIG CITY.