Homeless Voodoo Priestess

Oh, servant of the spirits,
What a profile you cut.
Please take this umbrella,
To shield you from the smut.

You say you cannot take it;
Evil luck for a street person.
It can shield you, my dear,
For that, I am certain.

Then take this hot coffee,
Bring my life some change.
Allow me to understand,
No desire for this exchange.