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“We Are Not the Strangers Here”

On any given night beneath Yolo’s stars,

a thousand dreams sleep in cars.

Tents bloom like wilted flowers

rooted in sidewalks,

forgotten by power.

They are not strangers to these streets,

only strangers to your eyes.

They carry stories—not statistics—

in the folds of their sleeping bags,

in the silence of government replies.

We see the math.

A 26 percent rise.

But you cannot quantify

a grandmother’s sigh

as she watches her last dollar

flutter down like fall’s first leaf.

You cannot chart

a child’s belief

that the backseat of a car

is just a temporary bed

until morning brings

a better dream instead.

California has pledged its billions.

But still, hope breaks

on broken sidewalks.

Still, systems crack

where people fall through.

Still, a woman named Rosa

crawled her way through

addiction’s cage,

through prison gates,

through policies that expired

as quickly as her housing dates.

She rose.

Not because the system caught her.

But because someone saw her.

Because someone said:

“You are not the problem to be solved.

You are the story to be honored.”

This is the lesson that lingers:

No one heals from a clipboard.

No one rises from being told

that they don’t belong

until they are made to feel

they do.

So don’t just build beds.

Build bridges.

Don’t just erect shelter.

Erect systems

that listen, that labor, that last.

Because when the policy ends,

the person remains.

When the funding fades,

the faces stay.

We are calling for more

than press releases

and photo-op plans.

We’re calling for navigators

who walk beside—not ahead.

Who ask not “Why won’t you change?”

but “How can I help you stand instead?”

Because true transformation

isn’t handed down—it’s handed over.

It’s earned in the tenderness

of one human

seeing another

and choosing not to look away.

So let it be said:

We will not be the state

that criminalizes pain.

We will be the community

that recognizes names.

Rosa. Becky. Robb. Michelle.

These are not cases.

They are people.

And they are us as well.

We are not waiting for change.

We are it.

The first step is not in funding.

It is in witnessing.

So rise, Yolo.

Not to pity, but to promise.

Not to fix, but to foster.

Let no one sleep unseen.

Let no one fall unheard.

And let no one tell you

that dignity

is a privilege,

when it has always been

a birthright.

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erin dunning's avatar

great writing by emme on a difficult subject

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