Untitled (April 3, 2013)

Am

The one

Whom you passed

On a daily basis.

Never once

Stopping to say

"Hello" to.

As if

I am background noise

To you.

Seen

But filtered out

Like the garbage

Which litters

The sidewalk.

Careful

To side-step

Thus avoiding

Dirtying yourself

And your $1000 suit.

Selected

From the finest

Savory Row tailor

Money can find.

You

Rush off

To a meaningless job

Of pushing paper

Across a desk.

Never

Stopping to think

How our places

Could so easily

Be switched.

By

A simple twist

Of fate.

Where

You become

The person

Who is beaten

On a daily basis

Until your soul

Is broken.

Instead of

The bully rewarded

For their aggressiveness.

As

The soul hangs

From your weaken body

Like a limp rag

Torn beyond

All hope of repair.

In

Seeking handouts

From total strangers

To survive.

When

Society has

Written you

Off.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in first stanza, should be "passed"---


"the meek shall inherit the earth"

one day.

one day.
powerful.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob. Just needed to release some anger, with this poem. Too many people have been tossed asided, by society for various reasons.