Billy From Philly

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.

Author's Note

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:)

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

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.

[stars are far]

it is really nice good work ..

[theopenbook]

nice:) you should send this to your president:)

[.......]

I fed an homeless person once, He was so hungry. Well done.

[EMF]

POwerful and real. A real strong piece tat captures reality well

[Maimai]

Good :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Many of us avert our eyes when we see a homeless person but our souls still feel them there. Apparently if our conscience stings then something is terribly wrong. Well written.

[Ashley]

wow you did really explain this poem in the views of a homeless person.