
Upon entering a lusty and glistening childhood
When toys would escort their children to school
Lack separated me from peers I would
Befriend if only my parents pockets were full
What possessions sat in what forgotten recess
In houses large enough to lose oneself in
Not a thought in the head of naughty leeches
Of peasants and queens snoozing in their lesson
The story of poverty and what blessings were missed
A trailer that bumped against my heels
While they showed the haul what currency’s purchased
I proudly provided proverbs of missed meals
In our bags there was a great weight
We each had paralleled empty space
What I pulled free were badges great
Displayed against their pricey lace
Like the difference twixt winter and spring
Environments altered in which I survived
Eyes fixed on the humbling sting
Of a youth spent unsatisfied
Not unlike mine, stories abounded
Of what was and was not inside the home
Adults mourning the unknown astounded
Myself out of feeling alone
That was a special thing, having naught
Yet the proof was there, it was the norm
The chip upon my shoulder, the reason I fought
Was the reason the masses were forlorn
What discovery, so great was I shaken
Observe the slanted spine, the suffering in the gait
No matter the shoes, the steps taken
We were spawned to the same fate
Whatever comes, the argument for pity
Should be made and made well
Entire groups that number a city
Or many more cling to their hell
I was not like them, such vision
As though a heart-red beam
Gathered within to create an incision
Illuminating the universe undone by a seam
I had much!
And in this moment all that I seek!
Or enough as such...
To feel gratitude with nothing is not weak.
To witness what I have seen
To witness what I have been
To live as in a dream
To live in such a skin
No apologies issue from within
I cannot be blamed for loving life
All things fade, a living lesson
All things are met with strife
I will continue on
Until I can go no more
In no way is this wrong
To see in all an open door
About the Creator
Alexander Ray Williams
Trying to understand

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