No Less a Man
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Waking to a world of pain;
truth cuts as deep as a blade.
My eyes squinting from the strain,
the sun rises, and dreams fade.
Held to ridicule and jest;
hunger haunts body and soul.
And I have no time to rest;
wolfing down what scraps I stole.
Searching faces with no name;
I'm seldom far from a tear.
And fending off guilt and shame,
I'm alone, bullied by fear.
Children laugh, and adults stare;
leaving me hurt and unsure.
Homeless; I am forced to bear
hurtful taunts I must endure.
I pray upon bended knee;
surviving the best I can.
So I ask, "Please, God, why me?"
I'm human, no less a man.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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