What do you care
If I have nothing
No home
Not a thing I own
Who are you to judge
How I live
Struggle to survive
Damn you all
For your selfish ways
Give a dollar
As I scream and holler
For the injustice
That separates
My pain
From your shame
Dressed in fine linens
Starched collars
Fancy bags
To my dirty rags
I used to be you
Head in the air
It wasn’t fair
Money aplenty
Tons of friends
It all ends
Reality calls
But you don’t hear
Cause you don’t care
Until you find
It gone
The illusion shattered
Broken to pieces
Now alone
How will you survive
When you dive
Into poverty
Without an out stretched hand
To buffer your fall
When friends don’t call
How will you stand
To face a cruel world
That’s wrapped in finery
What irony
To see you here
Going through stages
Of denial
What a trial
To be unrecognized
Next time you pass me by
And hand me a dime
Look closely at me
It just could be you
You see


About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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