Hungry and Homeless

I remember the time I sat and ate with my family… Hungry and Homeless I don’t want to stay in this bread line all day waiting for food, but I have to or else I will perish. Man, I wish I could change the past so this would not happen to any of us. I remember the time I sat and ate with my family… It’s like having an angry dog for a stomach—it growls, and I think it’s eating my insides. I also remember when we used to have food to eat, but now we must go to a soup kitchen just to get food and sleep in the cold streets.