This is about homeless lgbt community people and a woman named Wanda Alston. She helps young lgbt people thats been kicked out by their families because of what they are and by letting them stay in a shelter where they can stay fed, clothed, etc. She's a wonderful person.
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To Prose a Boy
I walk around the city after buying my favorite pastry at my local coffee shop. I noticed a boy sitting near a building with his head between his knees and smudges of dirt and blood covered his skin.
I scan around for someone to notice and step up to interact with him. But at last no one did. I walked to the boy and kneeled beside him so I was his height.
I say 'hello' to him, he seemed to be shocked and raise his head up at me. 'Are you okay' I say. He says 'no' and talked about being too young to understand. 'To understand what' I ask. 'Why my mom and dad kicked me out for putting on my sister's dress and running lipstick on my face' he said. I almost cried. I placed my hand upon his head and say 'let's pray, we stay young, stay made of lighting'. He smiled. And I, Wanda Alston grabbed his hand and gave him my pastry as we walked to my house.
