Sunday, March 23, 2014

Homelessness

Trapped without walls
It wasn't my choice
I had my pride
My will too, until it was broken
Leaving me with nothing

So don't walk past me
And don't look through me
Like I'm invisible
I am here, I exist
Do you care?

Does it hurt too much?
Do I spoil your pretty picture?
Does it make you think too much
About the injustice of it all
And your part in it?

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