Human Bleed

I do bleed from this human flesh toil and exhausted From a bully's knife upon me It was the unkindest cut,but was it truly warranted? Severing the connection to a properous vessel Lying on the Earth's bed with a dying look in these eyes No one told me that Living would be Kind Children would spit at me and laugh at my childish mind And so I type down these painful phrases Continue to wander through challenging mazes I cannot sip from God's cup of Wine His salvation is yours but is not truly mine My foe is a million smiles of the Rich Taunting because I do not fit into their niche This open wound upon a tiring finger Speaks plenty of the Pain and cruelty which linger Condemnation because I am poor Feeling beauty but yet you ignore Poets except for me indeed to live forever without this Human Bleed