WALK AWAY

Walk Away

No one to call my own

No place to rest my head

Shadows pass me by

A stranger I am

Yet known by all

Sitting on the sidewalks

And the corners of the street

The flashing lights

Of the passing cars

I can see from far

My dirty clothes

Now rags that's what I see

My body dirty

I cannot recognize me

Poverty bewildered me

My skin is now black

Moisturized by the sweat

The dust and dirty sidewalks

A glance at me

And you'd walk far away

Like all others

Who pass me by

And walk away

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

Motivational Author/Poet/Novelist

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