One day, I felt compelled to write some poetry about not taking people for their surface features, that people are more than what they seem.

This is a rap, well, a story rather, about a homeless guy and a wealthy businessman named Kevin.

I grew up around people that ugred me to turn my head when we walked by homeless people. I was told that they are robbers, begging for something they have no claim to.

I remember being in New York City, seeing a weathered, old lady panhandling for basic survival. Even if that survival meant a bottle in a paper bag, it didn't matter; she needed something and the world wouldn't help her. I thought, a hug maybe? I approached, I felt my shoulders getting gripped, and I was pulled away. "You don't want to touch her, she's dirty, and you'll catch something." So fucking what? Maybe she will catch something too. Love can change and clean the soul - unlike any bath that could scrub the decade-old dirt that has settled in the hills and valleys of her skin.

I like to give people a chance, and if I can help, I will; even if it isn't much. I know that at any moment I could be that decrepit lady in the subway, and knowing that keeps me humble.

Enjoy and Inspire!