Dressed in pre owned garments
My face pale
I can afford a bath
But not cream
Hunger my stomach hosts
For bread is beyond my reach
Distress surrounds me
In this anomalistic state

Shame, all over me
I walk with my eyes on my feet
For scorn and laughter
Fall heavily
On my fightless soul
Chased and abused
Good for nothing
Is all I hear from the outside

They cast their eyes
Of pity, resentment and fright
As some throw insults
Others rush to keep their distance
Not to contract my fate

My presence is of discomfort
On a glance they frown with dismay
Their exasperated faces
Signal my unwantedness
Am alone and I know

Live my story with strength
Taking it all in
Treating each day as it comes
Dressing my wounds
Mending my heart
For one step ahead
Positions me to my glory