Muh name's Mushmouth. Dey call me dat on 'count I speak funny. Have cer'bral palsy; it 'fected how I talk, move, or get 'round. I use crutches to walk an' wear braces on muh legs. I live on de s'reets; don't got no home.
I use' to live in a group home, but group home shut down, now I have nowheres to go, so I live on de s'reets, where I look for food or a place tuh sleep or stay.
I get mad at peoples 'cuz dey think I'm retarted. Dey think 'cause my body don't work good, den dey think I'm stupid, don't know nothin'. Well, I know lotsa things. I know how to count to 100 (forwards an' backwards), dress muhself, talk, read (children's books), an' make change (somewhat). I know how tuh order foods in a restrant an' ask for coffee.
I don't like livin' on de s'reets, specialy when it get cold outside. My cloths all holey an' worn; I 'bout freeze ta death; think I'm gonna end up dyin' and becomin' an angel. Not dat I mind, but I would like to be on dis earth a bit longer, ya know??
Prolly the worstest thing 'bout livin' on da s'reets is not having anywheres to stay or sleep or havin' peoples make fun of me 'cause I don't gots the smarts. Hey, I can't help how I am; it's how God made me; it's how I was borned!
I have made many friends on da s'reets: Gracie-the-Bag-Lady, Q-Man, Rica, Shoeless Joe, Vet-Man, Charlie, SnaggleTooth Annie, many other peoples. We try to take care o' one 'nother; we each other's biggest suport systum. We also have peoples who come visit us every week: one of da bes' is dis teenager girl named Kendra; she a good egg, have good head on her soldiers. (Mushmouth meant "shoulders".)
Well, I gotta go; my belly is hungry; it talkin' big-time ta me. I gotta see if I can russle up some grubs so it can stop talkin' ta me. I will write in here agin soon; until later, this is Mushmouth sayin' so long an' may God treat ya good! :)
*to be continued.*