She’s Homeless

I have been homeless for 3 years here in Charlotte. Three years I swear I’ve been trying to climb out. Three years looking at my children’s disappointment of not having a backyard or American suburban clout.  Three years of saying next year we will get one. Only next year was another bill to face. Don’t get me wrong, I have a couple of degrees and I work everyday in this amazing rat race. I don’t use drugs, or do anything illegal. I am not a slut or some kind of common whore. My money just always seemed to beat me and I didn’t know how to take it anymore. 

Now I’ve been a homeowner before I ever wrote this. You see my first husband and I were some kind of beasts. Signing contracts straight out of school, an apartment we didn’t have to lease. Living in lush areas, with tree lined streets. I think I may have lost it all because of my conceit. I was bad with men, had no money management and never figured I would have to walk these streets. But our break up caused more than anger. Our spilt had me living in my car. That’s when I realized that I was homeless and these degrees weren’t going to take me very far. 

So, I immediately packed up the children. I quickly got me another man. This one was incarcerated but I knew he he was doing the best he can. At first I moved in with my mother, promising her it wouldn’t be long. My felon husband then got me an apartment and that’s when everything seemed to go wrong. I couldn’t put money on his books. I couldn’t afford to get my kids food to eat and around then that’s when he dumped me and me and the kids were back on these Charlotte streets. Of course they ain’t going to no shelter. Of course they ain’t going to their dad. But this system had beat me. I was ashamed, depressed and going truly mad. 

But like the mother of all mothers. Mine would never let me fall. She packed me up, feed my children and saved me from the devastation of it all. My mind had quit me, my heart was broken. I had decided to give up on it all. That’s when I saw God, he appeared to me, during one of my greatest falls. 

I took several jobs. None would pay me my worth, working under kids that I could of really given birth. But I didn’t quit. Putting it all into my seed. Setting my ego aside, giving them what they need. But now it’s three years later and we are still without a home. Because of my mother, these streets didn’t eat us and we didn’t have to roam. I’m determined this year to buy a house, and give my children a better life. I now see that I am a better mother than anybody’s souped up wife. Once I have this house I will teach others, because I know I’m not the only one. You see, when I say, “She is homeless”, it means our fight has just begun. Agape🥀

“More people are homeless in Charlotte and Mecklenburg County this year, and those in homeless shelters and transitional homes are staying longer. That's according to a new report on housing and homelessness commissioned by the city and county, and authored by UNC Charlotte's Urban Institute. The annual report took a different look at homelessness this time around.” https://www.wfae.org/post/charlottes-homeless-numbers-increase-new-report-reveals#stream/0