Cracked streets mirror the faces of the lean<br>
Repressed by a split society<br>
The gutters overflow with poverty<br>
A judgement is passed faster<br>
Than the water and the bread<br>
Ive endured all the seasons<br>
I’ve been sunburned by the scoffs<<br>
Frostbitten by the shame that they throw my way<br>
Do they see a human?<br>
An identity more than “Homeless and hungry<br>
Adolescent injury has left me without mobility”<br>
The concrete jungle has digested too many<br>
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me<br>
Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy<br>
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me<br>
See me in despair, will you spare anything?<br>
Behold my eyes are opened<br>
I see the great divide<br>
It’s hungry as the abyss<br>
Their fortress scrapes the sky<br>
Outside the peasants and poor are of multitude<br>
Quickly forgotten by the ones<br>
That are living in plenty<br>
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me<br>
Fingerprint of deity, breath of the Holy<br>
Beneath the layers you look a lot like me<br>
See me in despair, will you spare anything?<br>
I don’t care about the amount in your pocket<br>
But can we address the plank that occupies your eyesocket<br>
Knuckles white, around your pocket book<br>
Where have you built up your kingdom?<br>
I’ve stored up in paradise<br>
Where this weathered attire<br>
Is worth more than your prized<br>
Beneath the layers you look like me<br>
Beneath the weeds, set 6 feet deep<br>
You never shared a thing<br>
Now we share everything