Poems of Charles HIce
April be Twenty ONE
April be Twenty ONE
Free white and twenty one is wrong when the neighbor hood is wrong the mexican army won the Alamo was wrong they took one look at this old homeless and they found ways not to give me service eye am not dirty as some of the winoes go and eye am not clean and white as some of the people in the cars look much worse then me but they judge people here by the color of the skin its indiscrimination and its true you have to look like them before they love you they did not even speak to me at all the first place eye went they acted like eye was invisible so eye got no What a Burger not even a chance to order then eye went back to the Churches CHicken across the street and they had no fish but not only that they will not change the condiment on the chicken sandwich eye ordered eye actually ordered the combo and got told no mustard NO MUSTARD under those pickles NO not at all what had eye ordered and so eye left she had not paid attention to me at all and eye will not stand in such a place and repeat repeat myself my self it aches eye was so hungry looking at all the menu food but nothing was ever given to me and eye had money to pay but somehow they do not love me here in San Antonio you must have darky skin and plenty tattoe mister clean. The last place was Jack in the Box the girl almost let me buy the combo but she left me just before eye finished ordering she was in too much of a hurry and so eye did not finish how dare she do this to me and out the door eye went cussing angry almost crying in frustration. To the HEB market where eye got a can of corned beef hash and a can of pinto beans eye hope this makes my skin darker and eye look more like the mexicans here so eye can order food someday hungry now in San Antonio its only another homeless day of April be Twenty ONE
Free white and twenty one is wrong when the neighbor hood is wrong the mexican army won the Alamo was wrong they took one look at this old homeless and they found ways not to give me service eye am not dirty as some of the winoes go and eye am not clean and white as some of the people in the cars look much worse then me but they judge people here by the color of the skin its indiscrimination and its true you have to look like them before they love you they did not even speak to me at all the first place eye went they acted like eye was invisible so eye got no What a Burger not even a chance to order then eye went back to the Churches CHicken across the street and they had no fish but not only that they will not change the condiment on the chicken sandwich eye ordered eye actually ordered the combo and got told no mustard NO MUSTARD under those pickles NO not at all what had eye ordered and so eye left she had not paid attention to me at all and eye will not stand in such a place and repeat repeat myself my self it aches eye was so hungry looking at all the menu food but nothing was ever given to me and eye had money to pay but somehow they do not love me here in San Antonio you must have darky skin and plenty tattoe mister clean. The last place was Jack in the Box the girl almost let me buy the combo but she left me just before eye finished ordering she was in too much of a hurry and so eye did not finish how dare she do this to me and out the door eye went cussing angry almost crying in frustration. To the HEB market where eye got a can of corned beef hash and a can of pinto beans eye hope this makes my skin darker and eye look more like the mexicans here so eye can order food someday hungry now in San Antonio its only another homeless day of April be Twenty ONE
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April be Twenty ONE
April be Twenty ONE
