Dirt

Who could personify such a word? Who is dirty persay? Why are they? Frowned upon they are taking dirty looks from cleaner people Here is the church Here is the steeple But where in the world are the dirty people? On corners In shaddows is where they reside Every move you make They stare to your inside wondering Why do you look at me so? What have I done to make you believe that my life if up for show? That I am a museum piece A living breathing statue Spreading messages and images that of which you choose to see through As if poverty and uncleanliness was somehow left up to the man and woman that sculpted me Mocking the existance of trouble that can be seen And you see it I know you do Why else would you stare at me looking sad yet confused?