See My Tears

See My Tears 1-20-83

See my tears, feel my pain, remember my ancestors
long ago slain
Tired and hungry, I rise from my bed, cold winter days,
with nothing to cover my head
I am a scared little boy with no place to go, living just
to die, with no time to grow
walking the streets in search of a friend, wondering if
today life will come to an end
I look at other children, sometimes quietly at play, I
wonder if they realize it cannot always be that way
All I ever wanted was for someone to care for me, not
hurt me and pretend it was my burden to bear
I am so tired now, perhaps I will sleep, and never awaken
in this world, besides, I am already walking in a shallow
grave.

© Q. Javon Overton 2019

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