I was many miles away
in a nondescript neighborhood
of the city

Many people, who now donate money to
certain fund because it's trendy
encountered me that day, and
did nothing

I was Hurt, Hungry, and Afraid

Yet, no one lifted a hand to help me/My
clothes were worn/I needed some sleep/
School wasn't even an option...

To young to be caught up in such a turbulent
sandstorm

But, the wind came, and carried the uncaring
multitudes right past me

My suffering was so complete, that the zephyr,
which propelled the others into stagnant motion
gave me no comfort at all...

For, people often do bad things to me...

I get Molested, Raped, Abused...and left to starve
in basements...Just like my brother "Faheem"

So, everything in, and around me becomes callused -
when innocence can longer be seen in my eyes

What good is being a desert flower, when nobody
knows of my beauty except fro me?

How does this sprig, which only grows in a barren
wasteland continue to be?

Because God smiles on the defenseless, and sends
Life Giving Water to resurrect this dying plant

Still, I often have to prostitute myself; just to survive
in this wilderness I call my home

Amongst the other unwanted cacti
Who am I?

...A Neglected Child in the Inner - City...
Forsaken/Lost/and never Loved

... Embalmed in a place where nobody
Knows my name


... Ground Zero...


These things happened to "Our" children the same day that 911 occurred. 911 is an everyday occurrence for the disenfranchised children of New York City. And, to the disenfranchised children of the world...Let us think on these things...Be Well, and Be Blessed. DonPoetiq/Poetiqmaster/Peace