My name is Billy, I live on the
backstreets of Philly. Well I’m homeless and may well as be nameless.
People pass me by, don’t even
wanna look, it feels like I don’t exist, like I’m some kinda disease, some
kinda unwanted statistic.
Hey Mr President, you call this
civilisation, the democracy to look up to, the ideals you wanna instil on
others. But I got a message for you, just open your eyes and take a good look
at your own backyard.
…………. Yeah yeah, that’s right,
yeah just ignore me, just walk on by, keep on walking, don’t let me spoil your
photo opportunity.
A monologue from the creation Billy (not linked to the pic (click to enlarge it), but inspired)), just some thoughts I came up with. Hope people like:)
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nice line here:
"People pass me by, don’t even wanna look, it feels like I don’t exist, like I’m some kinda disease, some kinda unwanted statistic."
really feeling felt.
This is indeed powerful, real, truth speaking of life, nice write, not too long, but it tells a lot.
It's true, we spend so much time worrying about other countries in the third world, when our own 'first world' is so f*****g broken. We have immigration, and for now that should be enough: open our gates to those who would wish entrance; but let's make sure we have our own wounds healed first, yes?
I love this poem. I liked the emotions within it. I loved the ending too. It really was powerful. It does tell a lot by just reading the stanzas. I think you did a really nice job. Thanks for sharing. :)
"Hey Mr President, you call this civilisation" and "yeah just ignore me, just walk on by, keep on walking, don’t let me spoil your photo opportunity" are my favorite lines in the whole poem. Sad thing is, it's true.
This is such a powerful, poignant write, Yas.
...and you know what, we're all guilty of walking on by and looking but not seeing...
it makes us feel uncomfortable...for whatever reason.
The beat of this poem belies the seriousness of content...
I loved it
allen
Oh man, if only the homeless people acted like that---they scare the hell out of me by screaming profanities at me and sometimes physically coming after me.
Hi, I'm Yas, 28, from England UK.
What do I do in my spare time? Well, I sit at home and perform good deeds :)
Please note: When I write poems, don't assume they are all regarding current event/.. more..