Melvina Germain Poems
(955) Poverty (Acrostic)
Pining for a much better quality of life,
Opened to great suffering and pain.
Violence and hate, society's distain.
Every step seems a step in the wrong direction.
Realizing each day is a losing battle.
Trampled by the powerful, frowned upon by middleclass.
Yet always wondering, how long will it last.
(502) Meant To Be
I saw the flicker in your eyes,
your beautiful porcelain smile.
I watched you closely as you
walked down the aisle.
I saw the sway in your hips,
the confidence in your walk.
The pertness of your lips,
as you listened to your minister