#NationalPoetryMonth Day 15: All I Own

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?

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