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What I See All Around Me


Sitting in a room as the teacher told us to write about something that us dearest to our hearts I sat and sat, and didn't know what idea could come to me But when I stared out my window The lightbulb turned on in my head As I'm typing away I can see how the ending will end It all started with a man on a corner trying to fend for himself each and everyday Eating food that people thrown away Laying in card board boxes fending from the cold Blankets dirty haven't even washed up not even for a second Early in the morning people passing by all through till the night Not a word said Not a voice spoken Feet trampling constantly passing by you Then comes the family with all them kids All you see is ragedy close Shoe's are talking Hair never once been combed, and brushed through You see they have a home So why not dress a little better? But what you don't see is the parents saving there last meal For the kids so that they can eat, and live for another day Next comes the people with disabilities The cleft lip Dwarf syndrome Mentally retardation, and plenty more So many people take things for granted like the rich from the poor All becuase you got the money Living in a nice home Close on you're backs, and food to eat And a place to lay your head, and go to sleep Yes you are the big guns and you do have it all, but for once look over your head and above the horizon You will see the other world around you Even though they may have put themselves in that position, but you can still have the heart, look, and see The others are broken hearted The world that you're not used too The mystery left untold only those shattered is filled with lost souls wanting to find an answer The clue to the mystery The one that will just take a look and see This is what came to me As I called it a messhed up world with different identities
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ehollingsworth
I think that this poem is really nice. When I wrote this poem I just thought about the things that I see all around me in this world. I know that people do put themselves in that position where they are homeless, or struggling to make it, but some people don't put themselves in that position. I just think that othe people should help the people that is in need. If you do that than once you're in need someone will help you.

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