Clouds poetry

I smile they judge

Shadows wants to play Marco Polo
but I'm running their hiding
rusted penny smiles at me from the ground below
Shaking it's head you could have had me
Instead you humans band us now you look for
a Quarter, dimes or a five cent like a hunter searching for Lose change like bread crumbs
Under The bed the couch somewhere under that rusty stove, Empt pockets no jingle, dingle bells or I found it. That girl with the braids long like some noodles, That man with the scruffy black beard like dry leaves by looking I could hear it crunch. those eyes a arrow his eyes her eyes looks Over me like some rubbish the garbage truck left behind I don't know her He doesn't knows me, so I walk like I don't feel Or hear those screws turning in over in their heads I walk with my jugs, my arms the swing jugs the children, water they swoosh and splash. My head high like a flag like that tree that still stands strong like other countries waits for me so smile I smile they frown yet I smile Though it wants to drop like bad arguments I witness in and out my home distasteful I, just, smile.

-ashes poetry
A/N message In this poem is that sometimes
Some people think that they are better than you even when they don't know anything about you, so smile because at the end of the day they don't know you and you don't know Them yet still smile just to shake them upside down, xoxo love yourself.

Pennies we don't use them anymore in our country
I don't know if it's for other countries and the USA
To I'll have to do my research lol.