The Words Unsaid

Dear Neighbor

Dear neighbor.

Christine Summer

Each raindrop fell on my bare skin,

Coldly stinging on every whim,

But not as much as it would mean,

As you left me lying on the seams.

No food, no water, I was dying of hunger,

Still, you flipped me off like I’m a bother,

Please, spare me just another quarter,

I need to feed all of my brothers.

In exchange, a conceited glare,

I got from you while begging for spares,

You wouldn’t be bothered by poverty, unaware,

That dying of hunger isn’t that rare.

A single teardrop means a thousand good-byes,

But a thousand pains means a single lie,

Don’t even bother asking me why,

That I put up with you just to get by.

Pain subsides and another one will come,

It sticks into my soul like a used gum,

My freely tears flows like a dam,

People treat me like a hopeless dumb.

I will rise again but it’s just not for now,

Tomorrow I might have a lucky chance,

Take my word upon it; it’s my last vow,

That I will somehow win even if just once.

Every sneers and jeers I will turn into a frown,

I will show them that I will win the crown,

I will walk away and forget this town,

Who kicked me even when I was already down.

Some people call it sweet revenge,

I call it putting up with a hopeless wench,

Nothing taste as bittersweet quenched,

Than my wounded heart, wretched.

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Poverty equals hunger for a lot of people. Some take it for granted that a lot of children go to sleep at night with an empty stomach. If you’re sleeping on a warm bed, having enough food to eat and living in a warm house…please, spare the ones who are deprived of everything you have, even if  it's just in a prayer. Please pray for them.

Christine.

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