Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Posh Pretense

If I stripped you of your garments
And gave you my rags to wear
Would you feel the fear and anguish
Of thinking I care

If I took away your high position
And brought you to my estate
Would you believe that I think
You are no longer an educated great

If a storm blew down your house
And leveled the playing field
Would you think I uttered a prayer
That held the sickle to wield

....such destruction

If I took away your friends
And left you with empty connection
Would you think I am the reason
For such unanimous rejection 

If I left you bare, naked and hungry
On the street to live or die
Would you choose to believe
That LOVE would never cry

....a single tear

What you don't know, is that I am,
Already at the place you still fear
The only difference is that POSH PRETENSE
Pushed me away, when LOVE drew me near

Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-02-2018

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Rico Leffanta September 2, 2018 at 9:02 PM Well said! That's how Boot Camp makes a dog soldier out of rich and poor! Aloha! Rico Trudy Schrader September 3, 2018 at 6:16 AM I was called in to an impromptu meeting with my professors who wanted to inform me that I am no professional enough to be a counselor. I hate the system, and I am convinced people can't be healed until they are loved.