I Am

I am the person on the street Hungry, dirty, matted hair; No one offers any help, No one even sees me there. I am the child picked on in school, Bullied, the butt of jokes all day; No one to call themselves my friend, No one with a kind word to say. I am the neighbor living beside you ,Battered, beaten every night; Screaming screams that go unheeded, No one comes to save my plight. I am the stranger in your church, Not quite dressing up to par; No one approaches with a smile, No one brings an alabaster jar. I am the cross around your neck, Jewelry symbolizing love; The love you deny your fellowman, I watch and cry from up above.