Who cares about me?
My family
Or my runaway friends?
Everyone hates to stand by my side
They say I’m dirty
And I behave insane
I’m left in the rain
When animals are given shade
It’s okay when I feed from the bins
And no one cares
When I’m ill
I’m not even accepted in the hospital
I’m deprived of transportation
Yet, no one deems it necessary
For me to own shoes
Take a look at the cracks on my heels
My bushy stinking hair
And my unpleasant smell
They speak in the voice of silence
But who even cares
When the madman screams?
©~F. Abul Himma
