by Nikki Ramsey, age 11
Last year when I was in 6th grade, I had an assignment to write a poem to read for an open mic poetry reading. I wanted to write something meaningful. I see a lot of homeless people on the side of the road holding signs and it always makes me think of everything that I have. I wanted people to realize that a home and food shouldn't be taken for granted because there are so many people that go without even those simple things.
As I give my last coin
to the man on the street,
my very last thought is that this could be me.
The one with no food and
no house to call home,
there begging for money in a blizzard of snow.
In summertime I imagine it’s worse
with the hot, burning sun and
no pool with blue water for cool summer fun.
When the rains come
for cover, I’d run
from the rain, and wait for the sun.
The cycle seems endless and
so now I say,
Be careful now, young ones,
that’s not you someday.