I feel the pavement under my feet

I feel the heat on my head

I chose to feel cool instead

You look at my canvas and see

my feelings

my anger

just me

You open your hart to my pain

You have nothing to gain

They watch us from windows above

They don't feel the same love

They judge our living on the street

They don't want to talk and meet

We have one coat, one pair of shoes

We have nothing here to loose

We are eye sore

They say

WHAT DOES IT MEAN

ON THE END OF THE DAY

Without home

without food

I still share and it feels good

Why don't they come down to the 

street to feel what we feel 

under our feet.

The street is my canvas

I choose to paint

although the colors are growing faint

the WAVE is there in  midday's light

We are not giving up without a fight

                ©  Jana Vizdal