$TREET POETRY

One day when I was homeless. Someone name KIM BUTCHER a person I use to be friends with wanted me to watch her phone while it charges at a Starbucks, because she went to fly a sign meaning holding a cardboard with writing that she need some money written on it. I was bored even though I didn't buy anything I had ask for a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote one poem and she came in and ask what I was doing I said I wrote a poem. She didn't even want to hear it then someone ask me if I can read it to her I did and she said if I can make more I can make a book.