Stigma Fighters: Renae Williams
The pigeon man fills his hands, with morsels caked in time He pilfers through the garbage can, so birds will flock to dine Talons cling to threadbare skin, impervious to tears Grownups judge while children grin, as droppings drench his hair Treasured by this vagrant, is bond of bird and man I stroll on by and catch his eye, crumbs