It's Not Funny, You Will See Poem by Frieda Lumpkins

It's not funny.you will see
If this happen's to you, and not just me


There are some, that sit there and smile
Because they don't feel the pain, I have felt for awhile
It takes away you life, in many ways
And this is how it's been for me everyday

A Lot of people thinks, it's not real
But let's see what your like, if you have to feel
You will never be the same
And some people will loved to play a game

They will peal the skin back, and pour salt in that wound
And you will find out, you want heal, anytime soon
Everyday the salt box comes out
And it Begin's to pour out from the spout

And this will make you, want to shout
And this makes you feel, your the only one out
Cuss and fuss, and no one is there
They are not there, because they don't care

They are not there, because its not them
These people that see you are standing on the outer rim
The outer rim of life, this is their safety zone
Now you will know how it feels to be all alone

The pain is deep, it sticks you like a knife
But what do they care, it wasn't their husband or wife
The hatred and distrust you will feel
Believe me, it is so unreal

The hatred you will feel, will not be for just one
It will be for a few, and then some
And taking a pill, want make it go away
The people with a salt box, are here to stay

You will feel no life is left in you
And there are other things, you will feel to
A walking Zombie, is what you will be
Wait, watch, and listen and you will see