About the Contributor
Journee Johnson, FCHS Journalist
Journee is in 10th grade, this is her first year in Journalism. In her free time she likes to watch Anime and listen to music.
Homeless
February 10, 2022
I walked quietly with a heavy heart.
My feet trudged heavily on the cold cement.
The tears in my eyes fell freely as I began to let loose.
I wasn’t sad, I was tired of the life that I’d led.
My jacket was torn and my shoes beat to a pulp.
My stomach growled loudly and my back ached entirely.
My belongings were on my side–the little I had.
The frosty air of winter pierced my warm body.
I had nothing at all, just me all alone.
I sat down against a building and flashed my sign:
“Homeless. Anything helps.”
My feet trudged heavily on the cold cement.
The tears in my eyes fell freely as I began to let loose.
I wasn’t sad, I was tired of the life that I’d led.
My jacket was torn and my shoes beat to a pulp.
My stomach growled loudly and my back ached entirely.
My belongings were on my side–the little I had.
The frosty air of winter pierced my warm body.
I had nothing at all, just me all alone.
I sat down against a building and flashed my sign:
“Homeless. Anything helps.”