Materialistic Poem by Cheri Odom

Try running an extra mile in my shoes, for higher heights, the idea is to gain control of respect.
Ignorance goes a long ways it just doesn't stop at your status, color, or education.
You may have the things you so desire.
Is it compassion for others?
I'm not ashamed to ask for what I want, and I'm certainly not greedy.
Starvation is in your country and so is death.

In order to receive, you'd first have to love you, and not just submitting only to yourself.
Don't confuse my identity with yours.
We're different as day and night.
We're different as good and bad.

To you, I may look like nothing.
Maybe, there's a decent reason for me holding up my head.
Yes, I still keep all my dignity and morals and values the same.
The value price of my soul is costly.

Sharing with you is not a problem for me.
Welcoming, you into my home, that's not considered to your standards.
I feed you and also give you money.
I take you out to my ordinary restaurant dinners, and not your usual gourmet dinners.

My pocket money may not match yours.
It may even be quite extinct.
Yes, I have shared with someone that was in need.
The apparel I wear maybe used and not unique.
My hair is combed, but not professionally styled.
Yet, on my face always remains a beautiful smile.

It may even seem as though I haven't got a partner.
I'm never alone.
You may not be happy, but I am, because I love God and you.

The individuals I converse with are quite well-known and not sarcastic to the bone. Say fellowman, 'Will you return the favor? '