The Beggar

The beggar

You stare at me in streets,
I begged food on my plate
Stomache is empty and pain

I smiled but deep inside
I am left with a frown,
My life mean nothing to you

I begged you for a penny
A bread to end my hunger
People ignored and Judge me

I look like garbage to you,
If only you knew I chosed
You will understand why,

I commited a serious sin
I was sexually abused
Someone who beaten me,

My child would questioned,
Why they have everything
An education and knowlege,

All the clothes and materials
But we're filthy and a nobody,
I see no future for us

I told him, "Child, don't look and appreciate all we have"
Child looked up and smiled,

Her mother tears trickles
When life filled with misery
She ask forgiveness

She asked piece of bread,
She have little on her plate
She needs place to live

Instead lie on the dirty ground,
She was left isolated
A poor beggar on the street,

She look peak into window
She watches family together
Deep down dies inside.

When she pleaded merciness
Fell to the ground and started to cry,

World continues to ignore,
She continues to be humble
Never want to doubt herself

People are quick to judged?
One day hopes and dreams
Will bring back her life again

Reviews

[One Lost Anti-Hero]

It is such a shame what happens the people less fortunate than us however rather than ponder the fact of this matter why not help them as much as you can.

[Hiroshi Masters]

yes it saddens me and i wanted to.help them or doing a charity

[dan]

Hiroshi, It's a shame how the homeless are treated. They have enough trouble without people treat them like non-persons, invisible...or worse verbally abuse them. And this line really grabbed my heartstrings: "She watches family together deep down dies inside." That's so sad but alarmingly beautiful. Very nice piece of writing. take care...dan

[Amory Grey]

It is frustrating to see how cold we can be towards each other; great poem, you depicted the pain many people go through each day.

[Hiroshi Masters]

Thank you for reading! Yes, such a sad world we live in. Wish poverty never existed.

[Amory Grey]

My pleasure, and I wish that as well.

[Coyote Poetry]

A cold world my friend. USA is no different. One in four go to bed hungry. We live in a sad world. USA spend 25% of budget for war and 5% for human resources. Few have concern for the sick and the homeless. Thank you for sharing the powerful and true poetry of real life and suffering.
Coyote

[Hiroshi Masters]

Thank you so much for reading we are living in a sad sad world. This is why I wrote it and to show people about it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did and you are welcome.