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De-GentriFUKing Mama Earth one Homefulness at a time..... How houseless/poor/disabled people are UnSelling Mama Earth for all of us

By tiny Gray-Garcia - daughter of Dee, mama of Tiburcio

Homefulness #2 @7600 BlackArthur - Deep East Huchuin 

Meter Maid Raid

By Queennandi Xsheba PNN KEXU

People Skool for Poverty Skolaz- Tacuma

Everything is a Waiting List

 

I was on my way home from middle school one day. WHAT! A sheriff deputy is at my house with a pink lockout notice on the door and my mom's in tears. What to do, another homeless family in SF. My mother has been on the Section 8 waiting list for years.

People Skool for Poverty Skolaz- Joe

A Payee
 
In 2017 mid-November, in crisis, my fear grips me vice-tight. Already missed two housing dates, a third postponed.
 
At last! I visit a Mr. Olive.
 
He's a real estate person who says, "A tenant moved out wants to move back in, but I think you'd fit better and honor and enjoy this place more."
 

From "CARE" to Cages- for Houseless Folks in amerikkklan

From "CARE" to Cages- for Houseless Folks in amerikkklan

My Khmerikan Family: How deportation affected my life

I met Solo some 27 years ago in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district when we were youngsters in the “wilderness children” phase. Even though it was love at first sight for me I hid my emotions about how I truly felt for him and tried to hook him up with my cousin.

‘The Stigmatic End of the Welfare Queen; Farewell to the Punitive MFG Rule in Cali’

Yes indeed....At last! The punitive Maximum Family Grant Rule, also known as the ‘MFG Rule’ a humiliating policy that had hurt so many vulnerable families like mine while on welfare in California has come to an end after adversely affecting poor families for the past twenty plus years.

Overwhelmed, Unhoused, Unhelped Mamaz in struggle: The violence of poverty and houselessness on single parents

Gripping the steering wheel so tightly my hands hurt, I saw my mama so many years before, looking straight ahead to the road, trying to not let the mountain of tears crush her soft face. Now it was me and my sun alone on the highway, 30 years later, trying  to drive away from my torn and  crumbled  heart..

I was determined to run my life

"You can make lots of money.” At this moment the skies opened up and I heard every T crossed and I dotted. His mask of deception seemed almost kind and sincere.

Bam. Suddenly the dreary clouds were in my midst. There was no air. I had fell prey to the ugliest of greed. I was kidnapped, trapped, and freedom suddenly had a price. Every night was his delight.

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