Passing Humanity

May 1, 2012
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I huddle in the corner
Swathed in cloth
Stench woven through
The fabric
My feet are bare
My toenails rotten
I cry
Tears of the very people
Who ignore
My tortured sounds

Soul after soul
Passes by
Without a glance
So eager to continue on
With their lives
They forgot me
They forgot

I begin to laugh
They back away
They think I am not sane

I am not sane
I am sanity itself
I am not poor
I am poverty itself

They scoff at my clothes
My scarred face
They gave me this face
They wove these clothes
The blood I ooze
Is their mistakes
The dirt I sit in
Their lapses in judgment

They assume I have
No moral code
I have no moral code
I am morality itself
They think I do not belong
In society
I do not belong in society
I am society itself

I am not human
I am humanity itself
I sit in the corner and rot
They pass me by
But they have created me

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SuperGal This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 30, 2012 at 3:55 pm
That is an amzing poem! It reminds me of the song "Give Me Your Eyes" by Brandon Heath, because we really don't know a person just by looking at them- there's always more than meets the eye. Beautiful work with a great message: keep it up! :) I agree with JackieH; you can't give up on a dream like that. You have a lot of talent!
Nicole8808 replied...
Jun. 28, 2012 at 4:04 pm
Thank you so much for saying that, that means a great deal to me. 
JackieH said...
May 9, 2012 at 10:15 pm
WOW this is fantastic!!!! Seriously, don't stop dreaming poems. You really DO have something.
Nicole8808 replied...
May 10, 2012 at 5:17 pm
Wow thank you so much for your wonderful comment! That is so great to hear. Thank you so very very much!
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