The encounter...In a distance in front of a store,The encounter...3 years ago in Poverty Awareness More Like This
on an old piece of cardboard.
A way of living she didn't ask for,
cold, so cold, no one walks toward.
Looking at your face,
her eyes, shredding your grace.
No silk and lace,
nor anything for a good base.
Watching her sit there,
your thoughts, judging her so unfair.
All your wealth and still nothing to share,
All your health and the less you care.
Views crossing each other,
two in tears, the other couldn't bother.
One isn't a martyr,
but the other isn't a savior either.
The cold realistic poverty,
or a fake golden journey.
Being accused for anarchy,
or a checkbook armory.
...the ugly reality.