I am a human being, Dirty are usually my clothes,
Don’t judge me by the way i look, i have something to say.
I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,
The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.
Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who i am,
Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where i stand.
Did i try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,
Inside of me there exists a heart of a human, treat me like i matter if you can.
Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,
To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.
A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly, thank you,
Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?
Reblogged this on Leith circle and commented:
Thank you Keith Garrett
beautiful, thank you. Mr. can you spare me a dime? well, every gesture of love matters to those who are in need granting it at the right time. I love this.
Thank you for reading
On Mon, May 4, 2015 at 8:52 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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sometimes when we are down and lonely a shoulder to lean on and an ear to share our troubles with really matters it lessens the pain we felt at the moment . It really helps thank you it’s beautiful write.
Thanks for reading and your thoughts.
On Mon, May 4, 2015 at 7:44 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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