Un-Named
I am become
THEM
The ones I tried to get by on the street
without seeing
without touching
without being touched
Myself
clinging to the margins of the middle class
Who ever has spare change?
There are too many
too much
I can't fix it
don't make me feel it
Now I live it
And it is much simpler now
it takes so little to help
what's right in front of you
Which is good
because I have little
But now I can touch the faceless ones
And I own
the invisible side of the street
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