Who could personify such a word?
Who is dirty
persay?
Why are they?
Frowned upon
they are
taking dirty looks from cleaner people
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
But where in the world are the dirty people?
On corners
In shaddows is where they reside
Every move you make
They stare to your inside wondering
Why do you look at me so?
What have I done to make you believe that my life if up for show?
That I am a museum piece
A living breathing statue
Spreading messages and images that of which you choose to see through
As if poverty and uncleanliness was somehow left up to the man and woman that sculpted me
Mocking the existance of trouble that can be seen
And you see it
I know you do
Why else would you stare at me looking sad yet confused?