no one sees me
nor acknowledges
my cries of protest
yet I am blamed
for society's ills.
lazy, disgraceful and no good
I have been called these things
and more but only a thin line
of circumstance
separates you from me.
in your mind
i should be banished
from sight
swept under your conscience
like dirt from a well worn rug.
you say i have no place
in your serene world
so I am denied
a dignified existence
-trampled on like a discarded child.
I am alone but not hopeless.
I am that shadow
you refuse to see
I am America's poor.
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