Lowlife
I am a lowlife
living in the streets alone by myself
I do this because no one will touch me like I’m the plague
because I am
I am an untouchable man
Untouchable is a strong word but thats who I am
I get nasty looks
but what does it mean to be nasty?
They roll their eyes, strut their stuff, and whisper to their friend about how lowly I really am
They act like I was born this way, like I chose this life
They don’t know me and they don’t care
After all, I am lowly, so who would love me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world