Saturday, August 18, 2012
Do you see the shame on my eyes. Stained glass windows with years of compromise. Stare through me and judge all that I am. Because I wear excrement on the outside I am somehow less of a man. My everything on my back and my home at your feet. Dare you not ask me about the places I sleep. I am all that you are willing to see. Look into my face and find a human being. A beating heart and flowing blood stained hands a face wilted by the sun. These feet have tread through all terrain and my skin is the jacket that shields me from the rain. God bless me; instead of how are you? somehow they forget I was once human, like you.