My Tribe

The Lonely
The Sad
The Hurt
The Ill
The Homeless
The Hopeless
The Addict
The Mental
The Derelict
The Abused
The Dirty

I Love
I see Beauty in the Forgotten and Forlorn 
Our Souls weep at the Burden
Our Lights doused by cruelty
We know not what we do
We crave you.
We crave me.

corr 8.19.14