Drugs and Vulnerable Homeless Children
I had to quit school, too. ‘Cuz we didn’t have any clothes or bus money. I couldn’t even take my lunch. Now that I’m back in school, I’m way behind, and the kids are real mean to me. They found out I live in the shelter. They call me “Homeless Hannah” and say I sleep with rats! AND, they beat me up every day ‘til I cry and feel like nuthin.’ Now, how can that be for the best, huh, God? How can that be for the best?! Continue Reading →