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Not A Disease





not having a home

is not a disease

see how the birds make theirs

in the trees

or how the clouds roam

the skies


see how all of Gods creatures make do

when they have to


their worth not depending on what they do

or how they look or live


it is in what we do and how we give

to others that God may judge I believe


we do not walk the earth alone and

we have eyes to see though we may choose not to see


deliberate ignorance

will not save us


it did not save the man who froze to death

on our busy street on Christmas Eve

while we sat in heated homes and feasted

how he was the son of a Mother once

how he deserved better from us

in the un-soft blue world.


Copyright May 13 2016 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World


This is not a mere whimsy. This man is a real flesh and blood human
being. He died on Hawthorne Blvd one Christmas Eve from exposure
in Portland Oregon where people are not homeless people but a homeless
PROBLEM. I do not share the prevailing opinion of the business elites,
the politicos and those more worried about their property values
than the issues of homelessness. When I arrived in Portland, shortly
before 911 in 2001 a group of folks had started the Ten Year Project
to End Homelessness...obviously they were unsuccessful. Many of these
people involved where elites concerned about property values, than
the human condition. There was lots of arguing and not much progress.
This is what happens when you have country club activism.

Rents have gone sky high...up as much as 300 percent. We have no cause evictions.
People who are of retirement age and have worked all their lives and retired are
being evicted. The homeless issue? It is getting worse.




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