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Broken Glass

February 17, 2014
By KristenNoel ELITE, Mooresville, North Carolina
KristenNoel ELITE, Mooresville, North Carolina
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All I know is broken glass,
A shattered life, torn in half.
A dream, a wish,
Unaccomplished.
Trying to stand on your own two feet.
Falling backwards, accepting defeat.
Millions of tears, still I cry
Pain is an anchor- unable to fly.
But you try and try and get nowhere
Life is so incredibly unfair.
I see suffering on every street.
People who were dealt a hand of defeat?
And that’s so right? To wonder where their life went?
This is what happens to people but our government
Receives checks for half a million
While poverty consists of three billion.
Does Obama donate money to the poor?
Or just claims that they protect them some more?
What bothers me is it isn’t even true.
They don’t help me and you!?We struggle, we fight our despair
For a handful of empty care.
They don’t want a handout
Just to know there is unreasonable doubt
That says they won’t always be this way.
That there is a chance that dreams will stay.
They ask for work, money to get by.
Yet many people let their cars fly
Away from them? Look away so you can’t see
Those living in misery?
Signs read, “Homeless Vet, need aid.”
Yet a dollar bill won’t be paid
By some people who have way too much.
They won’t give a single touch
Of their money for
They “worked” more
Than those without work?
But people just twerk on by.
Not a penny wealthier,
Not a McDouble healthier.
Just a dream fading away
Do you think they wanted to end up this way?
They stand on the median of a road
In hopes for a stranger to bellow
And conjure up a dime
It’s about time
We focus on things that matter
Instead of focusing on political clatter.
We need to reach out our hand
Take a minute to understand.
Sometimes Washington just takes
Your house, your car, all money in your bank.
Can you help that you were laid off?
That you have two kids that don’t eat enough?
Can you help it when your husband leaves?
Regardless of all your hopeless pleas.
Can you help it when you are abused?
Can you help it when you go through
Mental instability? Can you?
There they are wanting their dreams to come true.
Can you help them change their fate?
Can you help them participate
In a brand new scheme?
Can you help them acquire their dream?
A job? A job? Here a job, there a job.
And then they are gone, just robbed
Of a paycheck bi weekly
People living their lives meekly.
Maybe a dollar an hour?
Saving for something they can call “ours”.
Hopefully a home, or even a cheap car.
It’s not much, but it’s a place to start.
They’re trying to stand on their own two feet.
They’re tired of accepting defeat.
They try and they try and get nowhere.
Life is so incredibly unfair.
A dream, a wish.
Unaccomplished.
A shattered life, torn in half.
All they know is broken glass.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem about people that are homeless. I hate it when people just drive by them and try to look away so they don't have to give them money. They don't want a handout, they want a hand reached out. They want someone to help them find work, someone to help them start their life over. Someone to help them make improvements on themselves.

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