Homeless Personality

By Rachel Serrano

A book of poetry and creative writing about my younger years spent on the streets as a homeless teenager/young adult. This book is about survival, loneliness, and my real-life experiences. Homeless Personality is one of a series of chapbooks by the same author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Serrano
• Release date: Jun 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215074251

Rachel Serrano

Writing is my way of coping with life. I'm a sister, mother, aunt, and daughter. My circle of friends is small, but with my dedicated heart; they receive a lot of love. I've been writing ever since I was a teenager. With a strong love of books, I grew up reading every chance I got. Luckily, growing up in a small farm town, I was allowed the quietness I crave while writing.I have began a series of chapter books, covering my life, motherhood, depression, self-hate; among other things.Please enjoy this book.

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Rachel Serrano

United States of America

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I GO BY NICHA

They call me a supermodel.

I sit alone on the dirty couch,

thin, starved, and frowning;

caught up in the chaos of noise and love.

I watch a girl kiss another.

It catches me by surprise.

I learned early on that

they resent my beauty,

they hate my integrity;

which is slowly fading away.

They speak about

those perfect freckles,

above my perfect lips.

They stare at me with jealous and perverted eyes.

My every move,

they remember,

mesmerized.

THINKING ABOUT MY PARENTS WHILE I SLEEP ON A PICNIC TABLE IN LINWOOD PARK

Where there was trust,

is now a hole.

I used to feel and now I don’t.

Day after day,

it’s grown and grown;

my dislike for them

is simply known.

Lord,

I never wanted to be here,

I just wanted to come home.

I was