The Homeless

THE HOMELESS

Before we begin….. • I just wanted to explain a bit, I have never discriminated the homeless but

after a personal experience where I saw a homeless individual take all the money he was given to a drug dealer I began to feel taken, and lied to.

• But after research I realized this wasn't the case with all, and even with drug users I realized that all of them are stuck in a world run on material's while they have nothing.

I chose this picture because of how society when they think of the homeless they choose to see no face but just hollow human beings with no feeling when in reality they don’t have hope. For the next few ill let the images speak for themselves.

And so as not to make this presentation just pictures

representing the despair of being an outcast with little

to your name. I’ll end with a poem broken into parts.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,……

…. It asked a crumb - of me.