No Photograph Poem by Curtis Mosby

Thy eye's which a person provision whatever is
in front them.
It nearly a blind fold life should not be read by
sight.
No one believe in the darkest night and in it
lies only suffering of millions.
Yes you may give advice or money to catch the
bus.
But this is not all of us, not even close.
The pain we endure is like a ghost to many
who have pass by.
Why can't they see that we cry, wrap in thin cloth
that we washed our whole lives.
The commercial, magazine and newspaper is
more of a scheme.
They help a percentage of some and leave
the rest to dream.
Know there jobs are done, as they watch there
hands of this land.
We are call unknown but we have names.
I believe we are all one in the same.
But this is how I came and I am not ashame.
Picture are picture left to lie about our path.
Who you see is who you get.
But what about the ones.
With no photograph.