by suzannah scanlon | |
Published on: May 10, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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I awoke in my home That currently houses 5 It could house more than 10 Who are in greater need than I I walked to the sink to brush my teeth I watched the water run down the drain It could have quenched the thirst Of someone thirstier than me I opened up the cupboard To get the cereal for breakfast This could have sustained someone Who’s just to starved to last I took a shower Something I do for my health It could have cleaned up someone Far dirtier than myself I packed up my school supplies To better myself through learning They could have helped those Who look through the classroom window, Yearning I rode the bus to school To go faster toward education It could have carried those Walking miles to a much worse destination I went through the day In a care free manner Nothing standing in my way No cursing, pain or demeaning slander I went to see the nurse For a hand I bruised, falling to the ground Better than the grave Because there was no hospital around For a cold I had I took some Tylenol Better than contracting AIDS For which there’s no medicine at all I told a mean joke About the president’s choice No police came to get me And stifle my voice There was a fight between two boys But the whole town did not take sides There were no guns, just a few yells It did not swell to genocide My life is real good I haven’t god it bad There are so many more who should Be glad for what they have « return. |