Welfare Speaks
I am deadweight
I am the anchor harboring the ship that holds the American Dream
I am the answer to a question a lot simplier than the one that so many that have no homes,
no heat, no food to eat, are asking
I am too little too late
I am the reason that child is still in the home where he is left alone, ignored
I am the cross that the desparate and rich alike must carry.
Yet
I am the paycheck for the 60 percent that work to support the 40
I am the bridge card ensuring our children are never thin enough to slip through the cracks
I am better than nothing
Poet's note:
More of this exists in my mind. While I walked to the Department of Human Services building
this morning, but now that I am in front of a computer the bitter flavor of the feelings and
thoughts are lost. Also I am listening to Eclipse and very distracted! As always when I write
on-line I am at the Jackson District Library. Sorry for all the details in this note and not
enough in this poem. Don't comment and I will either delete or edit this on another day!
Again sorry!
Thank you, Christie for commenting despite my statment yesterday! God has got me and he
carries me through. I love reading your comments and more importantly your poetry. This is
a safe place to share not only the bright shining examples of the poetry God whispers in my
air/ear, but also the negativity that sometimes drags me down.
Thank YOU all! This is a poetic community that sees and hears and heals the good and the
bad. Yes, you can heal the good because even positive expressions can have wounds or
flaws. God loves us all anyway. Okay, this so got away from me! Very revealing, umm, too
reavealing! No more poet's notes for me! I just don't know when to quit!
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2008
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