THE LAND OF MILK AND HONEY

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?”