ROOFLess Radio Street-Writing Workshop with Share Wheel Women's Shelter in So-Called-Seattle

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RoofLESS radio Street Writing Workshops are offered by fellow houseless/formerly houseless povertyskolaz at POOR Magazine in schools, jail cells, shelter beds and wherever us poor peoples are...

Anitra Freeman

I became homeless because this society won’t bother to keep you alive if you aren’t of economic value.  I couldn’t work because of depression.  

A home is the place you can be yourself.  If we unequivocally accept and love each other, we can be ourselves everywhere, and we will be at home anywhere.

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Harriet

Homelessness is instability, insecurity, Always wondering when the next shoe will drop. Uncertain where I’m waking up.  Constant super-vigilance, must be awake - aware who is around me, who is honest, who do I need to steer clear of.  No matter how I feel or think, Having to do what “others” tell me to do.  Being away from my children, my grandchildren.  Not having enough to pay raised rent, inured with no insurance.  Taking 10 years and a fractured body to finally be allowed to get legal I.D.  I existed enough to throw me in jail for “vagrancy” not enough to get a motel.

Everything!  My dream is to build communities and help people heal.  

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Joy

Homelessness is not having stability or family and having to rely on the uncertainty of others’ genuine or disingenuous generosity whether relatives who think you overstay your welcome & ?  much or shelter on the streets or foster care, etc.

How did I become homeless.  Do we consider foster care, juvy or group homes?  Then off & on since elementary school.  I was the “bad kid”.  Now, I was asked to leave as I overstayed my welcome.  Lots to say, little time.

I just want a real community that doesn’t treat me less than.  A family I can call my own.  I want a relationship & off of having to rely on state/gov/non-profit assistance and have my independence back while having a real community with  me but one who doesn’t act fake around me as I hate being manipulated.

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Margot

Es dificil estar en la calle.  Hay mucho peligro y no quiere Dejan. El. Chel te ya que nos a dado mucho

Siino-lumorauo.  En la calle

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While will whiskey is bad to bring to the hospital

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I define this state as true misery.  The lack of a comfortable chair, where you can also put your feet after a long day, lamp for reading.  A bed where you can lay down, clean sheets that are your sheets, your quilt, your pillow.  A window you can look out, and adjust for air circulation and freshness.  A door that locks securely.  A closet where you can hang your clothes.  A painting, A photo A rug A mug A box of tea. A coat on a hook your books art supplies/fabric/sewing supplies.  Place of safety with family + friends.

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Damaris Milagros Lozada-Felix the 

Now Amanda Anastasia Putri Seagal Rodriguez

Arranging the tree on a Sunday of Women Empowerment and as I struggle and as I seen to battle…But determine I choose to have it arrange. Between the glue, the glitter, my finger with glue over it I still choose to have it between their message on style the silver, light pink,, medium pink or dark pink.  San Valentine’s will have it’s first first of expression of it’s color and truth!  However, my children remember me too with a thank without gift with a sorrow in the truth that in each year my absence.  Does not mean I don’t love you too.   So if reckless? Or not is a pretty tree too.  That In my absence remember me too for a second or two you mothers? Loves as a universe from the distance of two!  Amand Anastsia.  That’s what’s Happening

The San Valentines Day from Homelessnes

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Homelessness to me is not having a stable living space that you can comfortably maintain.  I became homeless because of my (at the time) undiagnosed mental health and illness.  Because of my Bipolar disorder I was unable to maintain a job

Having a home means progress to me.  On a happy note I have been accepted into a tiny home village.

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Arden G

Frankly, it’s in the name.  I got into an abusive relationship after my husband and child died, because I hated that I had not died + found someone who would hate me just as much.  He shot me, I ran, no one helped me.

Home is a lack of fear when the end of the month comes.  You know you’re not going anywhere. Home is painting the walls without worrying about the deposit.  Home is quiet in the morning, a lock on the bathroom, shouting when I want, cooking for others.

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