1/9/09

As the saying goes,
the best things in life are free.
So why is it that
the best things don't always come for me?
Maybe it's not as personal
as I make it seem.
But I can't help but feel the pain,
as I observe people around me:
Unable to be educated,
because the tuition is too high;
a child is starving,
and mama can't explain why.
Daddy is an alcoholic,
and Mom is on drugs.
She's only thirteen,
but she's turning to him for love.
The boy next door,
can't stop crying himself to sleep.
He knows it's not normal,
he asks "why does he keep touching me?"
The lights in the kitchen are off again,
and there is no longer running water.
It's summer time in the city,
can it be any hotter?
Her life is a living hell
because the love of her life beats her
"but he loves and provides for me", she says
"It can't get any sweeter."
The boy's shoes don't fit,
and his clothes are out of season,
his mom is nowhere to be found,
and her disappearance never had a reason.
Things that we often consider free,
are never free at all.
If that we're the case,
there would be less of a downfall.
There would be little sorrow
and a lot less demise,
if promises of the best things
weren't full of lies.
We are lucky to be more fortunate,
but we should really take a look around.
Stop looking past everything real,
and stop looking at the ground.