Don't look at me
Like I'm starving
So bad, that I'd
Steal the very
Piece of bread
Off your plate
And run off
Like I'm starving
So bad, that I'd
Steal the very
Piece of bread
Off your plate
And run off
I'm poor, no doubt
And have no bread
On my plate
But behind these
Dry skin and bones
Is the self-respecting
Man I am.
And have no bread
On my plate
But behind these
Dry skin and bones
Is the self-respecting
Man I am.
9 comments:
Wonderful reminder that we are all deserving of respect, no matter what our circumstances.
Very powerful!
Absolutely :)
nice :-)
Powerful! Like the words has taken a disguise of a gun and would kill the very person who would disagree with the thought you mentioned. Amazing!
Wow what a take.
And that last line....*bows* I love the person you are always. Poor or rich...Good or bad...we all deserve respect :)
Thank you so much ... These words mean the world to me !
Oh yeah! Absolutely :) heartfelt thank you !!
Very nice...
Hey..some of my friends and I write poetry but we don't have a name/identity...if we contribute a few to your blog..would you publish it ? Under your name or anonymous - doesn't matter
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