The aggro landlord figure came up to me and said:
“You need to be more careful of the kind of folks you bring ‘round here.
We don’t want the wrong sort of people hanging out around here.
You just need to make these homeless freaks disappear!”
Well, I am not sorry.
This is my family.
We may not look related,
might not share the same last names.
may have known each other years,
or only a few days.
My family fluctuates.
My family extends across astounding distances –
all the people I’ve been fortunate enough to know and love.
Still why is it so hard for me to express that love, to those so dear?
Even the ones I see every day, the ones with me right here?
Tell me, what the everlasting fuck do I have to fear?!?!
It doesn’t take much to become my family –
just an honest, open soul simply willing to receive
the love I have to give, and my generosity.
It doesn’t matter where you come from,
or the kind of shit through which you’ve been.
If you’ve got a loving heart, then I’m here to take you in.