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Humanity


We're all a little scared when we see a homeless man

He stands on the corner with a cup in his hand.

He's unkempt and he's dirty, his looks aren't the best,

But how would you look with no safe place to rest?

You judge him by a look, which is already bad.

Won't you consider the life he may have?

You think he's a nothing, what else could he be?

You won't think about him past what you can see.

Yes, he's a beggar, but do you know why?

Are you so sure what he says is a lie?

I may be too trusting and open to the plea,

But I would want help if that had been me.

I'll give them a little when I have some to give.

No questions about their life or about how they live.

It's so easy to see, but not to live through.

Next time you see him here's what you do

grow up a little and swallow your fear

and give him something if you hold your humanity dear

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Lady D

im 19. im a girl. im silly. im weird. i dont know if what i write is poetry, but i write it all the same... thats really all there is to me.

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