UNHOUSED YOUTH

There’s something painful about this work I swear

When I look at the eyes of a person who sleeps on the ground

Behind the broken down church

His skin is covered in grime and bruises

And he swears he’s alright.

He swears he’s eighteen but we all know

He ain’t close. 

And we both know the systems broken

And nobody wants CPS in Louisiana

We both know

And so when I ask if there’s anything he needs today

And he shakes his head and says no he’s alright

We both know 

He ain't close.