Today on this Day 25 of National Poetry Month, a little social commentary…
All I Own
All I own fits in a box
I have no jewels
or argyle socks
Some faded photos,
the clothes on my back
Yellowing letters
tied with a ribbon
Mementos and memories
that fit in a box
Refugee
Immigrant
Homeless
Runaway
You spit out the words
That’s all that you see
When did I become
less than me?
Displaced
Forgotten
Reviled
Ignored
How did I lose
my Humanity?
© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved
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