Mallory Martin Poems

Poverty looks like
bare feet; skin and bones
a silent sob, and one too many loans.
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Somewhere, not so far away
is a place that can never be erased.

A place where the human race,
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Cold tears,
hot temper.

I’ll give you a reason to whimper.
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Sometimes, I look up to the sky,
and wonder just where you might be.
Still hiding from your problems, and all reality?
I wonder still what could have been,
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