I’m sitting here in a motel
Unhoused and worrying
About food, shelter, a job
And earning money.
While you call over again
And give up
Your apartment,
And say you’ll leave behind
All the stuff I have acquired
Over time.
I’ve lost everything in my life
Again and again.
I’m sick of replacing
Every belonging,
I don’t have the money
For this, to continue to replace.
I am in a constant cycle
Of having to spend
Because being poor
Is expensive,
Even when you win.
I want to have a meal
At a table.
But that costs a table
And chairs.
I want to cook a meal
Somewhere I can prepare.
I want to pay my groceries
And not have my card rejected.
I want to have a home
Instead of temporary shelter.
I’ve lost everything in my life
Again and again.
I’m sick of replacing
Every belonging,
I don’t have the money
For this, to continue to replace.
I am in a constant cycle
Of having to spend
Because being poor
Is expensive,
Even when you win.
I don’t know what has happened
To Christianity lately
The people in poverty
Deserve your compassion.
The Devil is a Christian God
And you are following his teachings.
Jesus wouldn’t have turned away
This Jewish bisexual disabled
Single mother witch.
Have some compassion, bitch.
I’m sitting here in a motel
Unhoused and worrying
About food, shelter, a job
And earning money.
While you call over again
And give up
Your apartment,
And say you’ll leave behind
All the stuff I have acquired
Over time.
I’ve lost everything in my life
Again and again.
I’m sick of replacing
Every belonging,
I don’t have the money
For this, to continue to replace.
I am in a constant cycle
Of having to spend
Because being poor
Is expensive,
Even when you win.
