I need no help
I need someone to rely on
My situation is one I wish they would keep an eye on
I need no wealth, just a mattress I could lie on
This cold floor makes my bones quake
Do I deserve this? Did I sin or make some colossal mistake…
That I’m being punished for?
Is that why I feel so malnourished and sore?
They look at me with pity while taking a tour
Of our camp… my ‘home’
They will return and say they did something noble today and spent time with ‘the poor’
I’m not poor, I am my father’s son
And if they took the time to listen, they would realize that I stand proud for something my father has done
He saved my siblings and I you see, held the door shut as we ran away through the back
As attackers tried…
View original post 149 more words