Written while homeless
with his mom
Who am I?
Where do I belong?
Do I have a home?
What color are my
eyes? What color
is my hair?
Do I even
have hair?
What type of
color clothes
do I wear?
Am I a boy or a girl?
I’m not sure, you tell
me. Or can you? ’Cause
I’m not even sure if
I exist.
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