I am here.
You might not notice me
with your nose stuck up in the air.
But I am here.
You walk by me
talking on your fancey phone
to friends,
co-workers,
family,
never noticing
that you have to step over my body
to get where you are going.
You never notice
that I am holding up a sign
that says I'll work for food.
You think that I am lazy
that I won't work
that I'll spend what money I have
on drugs
or booze.
There's government assistance you say.
But you don't realize
that you have to have an address
to get those.
As you can see
my address
is a street corner.
All I ask
is that you notice me.
That I do count.
That I do exist.
In a list
A contest entry
- Word Prompt IV - by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 17, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Your words hold a powerful impact my dear. It breaks my heart to see all the homeless. If I were only rich, I'd do my darndest to take care of everyone. To me, that would be the true joy of having money.
Congratulations on the silver cup. You earned it.
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Powerful!
The truth in this is stunning; the reality of so many homeless people being ignored is heartbreaking, it wouldn't hurt someone to give a dollar or two to those in need
Great write!
♥
Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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