We Are Visible

Sometimes the beauty inside us

Becomes a twisted fatality

Blending hearts and minds into

Swirling blurs of lost identities

Fighting the good fight doesn’t mean

Losing your sight or your way

Just means while on the ground

You have time to look around

See us now or later doesn’t matter which

We are not what you think or thought

Too many of us existing

Only to subsist

In the wake of scarce necessities

The bystander can no longer afford

To look away from the tidal wave

Of untold poverty

Do-gooders beware of Loud Mouth’s wrath

The one who says he’s not so nice

Championing the homeless voice

By the name of Mark Horvath

When it comes to sandwiches and gospels

We’ve been stuffed till full

Thanks to hardly normal efforts

We Are Visible

Advertisements

About invisibull

Let's see now, what should I say on here to make people think I'm more interesting than I actually am...I'm a single mother of two with a passion for helping others less fortunate than myself. I like to write, finished a book and am working on another. Other than that I live a real-life video game where the goal is to get out of homelessness and provide a better future for my kids. Peace!
This entry was posted in Homelessness, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to We Are Visible

  1. I like your joint. Good stuff.

  2. Pingback: Tweets that mention We Are Visible | Invisibull's Blog -- Topsy.com

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s