When You See Me, What Do You See?
I hope it is another human being

To those who feel abandoned
Constantly searching the night’s sky for a star they can call home
To those who know and understand poverty
Outcast by a society
For the dirt under their nails
The fetid smell that lingers after they have left
For being uneducated
For being a circumstance of poor health
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For those who are alone or in groups
A family of men, women, and children
With rumbling and distended abdomens
Craving food and drink
A desire to be seen as a human being
While the rest of us upstanding and educated citizens
look at them in disgust
and the word LAZY leaves our lips
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When will we realize that children can’t learn Math and English
when the only subject they know is deprivation of their needs
How can you concentrate when the insides of your stomach are speaking loudly, and you can’t make the noise cease?
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To those who are lost and misjudged
A square piece rounded to fit into a circular plug
To those stripped of their beautiful pigment
Using decolorization to revert them to default settings
Their way of silencing their uniqueness
How dare they try to be different
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To those who feel defeated
Tired from years of cage fighting with their minds
Hiding internal bruises, broken bones and pain
Dressed up in fancy clothes, a good skin regimen and good teeth
Enhanced with a vocabulary of perfect words and a smile
so convincing because mental health doesn’t exist
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For those who are trying
For those who are struggling
For those who want to be seen
I see you
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It is not what part of the world we come from
It is not our socioeconomic status or our privileged positions
Not the color of our skin
Not our gender or our religious beliefs
What makes me and you human beings
are our developed brains
our capacity to speak
our ability to reason
If not for those things, we would be animals
Maybe then we would learn to show more compassion
Why can’t we see and treat each other as humans?
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Thank you for reading! Your time is appreciated.
This poem was first published on Medium.
About the Creator
Ali SP
Ali has found a renewed passion for reading and creating. It is now a form of expression for her– another creative outlet which she works to improve upon.
https://www.instagram.com/art.ismyrefuge/


Comments (1)
You're so right with this poem! Why can't we just behave like humans?😞