I stand alone every day on this same corner,
You pass me by as if I don't exist, maybe I don't in your perfect little world. I see the contempt in your eyes as you despise me , for being me. No I don't do drugs, nor drink until I can no longer smell my own stink. I'm just down & out, no one left to survive me. Everyone says they want to help but no one lifts a hand. Yes you look at me strange cus I only have one, hand that is...that's how I was born. How you ask? My mother was a crack head, abusing drugs while I, innocent unborn child, suffers from someone else's actions. I didn't choose this for myself. You did, or maybe you didn't, at least intentionally. Anyway , this is my life for now. Help , not a hand out, is all I ask for; give me a chance to prove myself and I will. Please don't look at me like that, because that don't help my self worth . So when I'm down , help me up, don't just walk around me.