A young Smile hiding Tears
Confidence hiding Fears
Always trying to be a Friend
Getting Bullied in the End
“It’s Ok, I’m Alright
I don’t know Why he wanted to Fight”
The day Began with Empty bowls
“It will get Better”, is what he is Told
The Shoes are not New
The Pants have no Labels
Not everyone is Rich
There are no more Seats at the Table
Trying Not to be Seen
So no one will Notice
The Growling is Distracting
It makes it Hard to even Focus
Books keep getting Heavier
But they Stay the same Size
When do I get to Win
When will I get a Prize
Hallways full of Faces
But I Always walk Alone
No one asks how’s My Day
No one calls Me, on my Imaginary phone
I Never raise My hand
Even when I Know the Answer
I’m not one of the Gold and Silver people
They see Me as a Cancer
I didn’t Ask to be Born this way
I don’t Always have Money to Pay
For a better Life… For a better World
Are the Only things, I do Pray
Our FATHER, can you Hear me
Our FATHER can you See me
Our FATHER can you Help me
Our FATHER won’t you SAVE me
There isn’t always Enough
So I have to Act real Tough
A little Dignity is all for Show
Constant Pretending is all I Know
So I sit to Eat with Empty bowls
A Young life that is so Unstable.
“My Fellow Americans, Is there Room for me?”
“Is there room for Me… at YOUR table?”
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