Breathing For The Weak Poem by Malory Joyce
Breathing For The Weak
We can see them hidding beneath our feet,
curled up, minded, and weak.
They give us this chance for us to lift,
one by one, the stomp will be swift.
But we do not stomp upon them, why no.
They simply learn to fallow.
When they can not see, we see.
When they can not speak, we speak.
When they can not breathe, we breathe.
We are breathing for the weak.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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