A poem I wrote about society and how I feel about the way people look at others. |
Do you see that woman with her child, Huddled on that bench? The ragged clothes, with tears in the seams that are bigger than an inch You close your eyes, shake your head, look away and think she chose this path Never considering maybe she ran from a man's wrath You don't look close enough to see the bruises covering the side of her cheek You don't know she ran for the life of her child, but you see her as weak You get in your car and your drive away not giving her a thought Drive to that hotel, meeting that waitress and hope you don't get caught Your cell phone rings, the annoying buzz you irritably slap away Did you know it was your wife, calling to say I love you and the kids had a good day As you journey home you stop for a bite to eat Drop a quarter in the Salvation Army bucket and think your duty's complete Your car breaks down in a neighborhood that you don't know You curse and yell because your shoes might get scuffed and you bought them two days ago You look around and see the buildings all broken down and shake your head in disgust A young man stops to help, You look at him with scathing eyes before shooing him away like dust So you continue to curse because the walk is farther than you wanted to go You pass a man who asks you for some change, and you quickly shake your head no Knowing you have five hundred dollars in your wallet, And more money in the bank than you can spend But you choose not to give, to watch suffering instead, and think your actions you can defend We reap what we sow We get what we bestow We are a product of what we do Someone's judging you too Tired of walking you see a group of boys and quietly ask for assistance Didn''t count on meeting resistance When slowly they begin to stand Reaching out their hands Ask you what you need Judging you indeed What can you give us in return they ask? You reply, "nothing, just handle the task" The friends look from one to another anger on their face You miss the cue, as you encourage them to pick up the pace They knock you down, and take everything you possess Many walk by, look at you and turn their head to your distress Isn't it a bitch to be ignored when you're in need Maybe that will teach you there's more to life than greed |