Middle School:
Sitting
inside of Mc. Donald’s
I glanced
out of the window
Eating my
Big Mac.
I see a
man with a long
Black
Wet
Ripped
coat in the rain
Mud
running off his jacket.
Slouching
against a red trashcan
Holding
his brown boot out
Pleading
for money
Lucky to
get a dollar.
Why did it
have to be you?
Digging
through the garbage
Getting
what you can
Fighting
for your survival
Living
like a rat
Hunger
eating away at your stomach
Like a
termite on a piece of wood
As skinny
as a stick.
Why wasn’t
it someone else?
I
wonder...
Did you spend
your money on food?
Or did you
waste your money on drugs
Twinkling
tears trickled out of your eye,
Every time
someone laughs your tear up
Hoping for
some help
Or at
least some shelter
I wonder,
should I help you?
As I am
taking another bite out of my Big Mac.
By: J. T. Bagby