No announcement yet.

"Of a Greater Connection"--Understanding--Poetry Contest

  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • "Of a Greater Connection"--Understanding--Poetry Contest

    You see what you expected to see,
    And now a man is dead.
    I found him by the alley-side,
    Waiting to be fed.

    He reached up to grasp my hand,
    Fragile, he did fall.
    I looked at Mother who looked wrongfully mad,
    And against her judgment, I made the call,
    To which my hand cradled his,
    Because he was of man,
    And I, woman.

    People ask me why I help people of their kind,
    And I stare at them, confused.
    Of which "kind" I am entirely blind,
    Because to me I can't see how one's wealth and privilege makes them utterly excused,
    From helping those less fortunate than me.