It has certainly been awhile since I've been on here. I've been in a real writing funk lately and busy with the new job. So...I'm back.
Who do you think you are?
These are people we are dealing with,
not the objects you wish they could be.
Certainly they are not like you or I
but that should make no difference to anyone.
They deserve everything in the world
and we are the ones that hold it in our hands for them.
How can you justify the things you say in their presence?
As if they don't understand...
I'm sure they understand much more than you give them credit for.
I'm sure that they probably hold alot inside
and without the capability to express it out loud.
How do you think that feels?
Not able to speak their needs
or let known their wants.
No way of being able to write out their feelings in a flowing poem.
Imagine the hell it must be
yet they keep a smile on their face and go onward.
You have no right to hinder them.
You have no right to tell them they can't.
You hold it all your hands for them
and you have no right to take it away.
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