I don’t want your money
I have no urge to steal
If only for a moment
you realise how I feel
Brought up in a ghetto
Parents killed before time
gangs all I have as relations
Inheritance not a dime
Leftovers for sustenance
held machetes, never a pen
Drugs carrier at five
Junkie at the age of ten
Hardened by daily beatings
Bullying is just for fun
betting my life everyday
roulette with loaded gun
Trading in crack, heroin
Thousands I do make
Wish I could cross thirty
before dumped in a lake
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
Like the color and contrast in this shot, AB. Where is it?
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In a favela in Rio. Thanks Eric š
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An arresting image AB. Strangely flat and abstracted due to the blue, but you’ve pulled it off nicely imo.
Darren
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Many thanks Darren. Truly grateful for the feedback š
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My pleasure.
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Actually, thinking about you piece… Would you mind if I did a photo manipulation of it ? The shallow depth, claustrophobic composition does appeal to me.
Darren
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Absolutely go for it…
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Scratch that AB, tried my idea and it looks terrible. Oh well š
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Oh well š
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The contrast of the blue and yellow car is nice, plus you got that guy walking around with yellow underwear which reads money on the top. ThatĀ“s ironic.
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Many thanks for all these wonderful observations š
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Great pic. You rarely disappoint.
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Many thanks š
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Home run with this visual comment! š
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So often we never know what led a person to be on their own path.. You have highlighted here AB those who are often unloved and who are alone….
Thank you for sharing your thoughts into a window some would rather never look..
Blessings
Sue
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Sue, thank you so much. Except for few, every human has a reason for his daily existence; criminals are not born, they are created by the society. Poverty is not a disease, it is a social condition billion people find themselves in.
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I so agree.. Working as I have done with Disabled people, I have encountered such prejudices as people would cross the road rather than be near them.. So too have I seen the same with homeless people and those we term and tramps who only have the clothes they stand up in.. Often seen begging for money..
If I see such a person, I do not give them money, I go buy them food and a soft drink… I have had more Thank you’s for this .. This way I know I am not substituting someones drink or drug habit.. How they got to the point is often a sad set of circumstances.. after observing people I wrote this poem..
Lonely Young Man.. I would love your feed back.. š
http://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com/2008/07/02/lonely-young-man/
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Sue, many thanks for your kind comment and contribution to this humble thought. I had a look at your heart wrenching poetry and prose. Lead me to respond to it quite emotionally. Thank you so much for sharing. Truly grateful.
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No thank YOU! for reading and giving me such a wonderful comment and Feed Back AB.. š
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It is a great piece Sue, heartfelt and creating awareness to a very important issue.
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Thank you again AB.. coming from such an excellent poet as yourself.. that means a great deal.. š
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š
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Nice words my friend
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Many thanks š
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wonderful words and so true, I have a friend in Pakistan, I have put up some of his art awhile ago and pictures of his surroundings..super work ab..be back soon..re-blog
herri
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Many thanks Sherri for sharing that š appreciate the reblog š
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Reblogged this on Sherri's Sharing and commented:
wonderful work AB
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So sad, and all too true for many.
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Anna, many thanks for your kind word, it is indeed may be true in many poor, criminalised and violent places world over.
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It is so, so sad that many have comments about your photography other than the issues in your poem! It is a sad sad world, for people to have to be reduced to this kind of existence, but in reality we all know it happens – so so so so sad!
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Actually there is a reason for that, I have just updated this post today. Previously it only contained the image and today I have added words to it hence lack of comments about them, apologies for the misunderstanding!
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Ahhh! that makes much more sense, thank you for explaining!! š
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You are most welcome
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Reblogged this on O SOL NASCERĆ….
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Strange that the quite vibrant colours of the picture don’t detract from the mood of hopelessness reflected so ably in the poem.
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Colours are just a distraction for the poor, ultimately no colourful depiction could hide the red blood which is used for satisfying the rich!! thinking of which, blood’s gore, one day, will tore, through and nothing will be left, just naked children in ruins looking for long dead elders!!
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Interesting
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Check out my blog i just started. Username: lalalo83. An addicts odyssey through the land of nod. Im starting to write about my struggle with addiction for half my life
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Many thanks, will try to do that!
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Wow! You’ve done it again. Thanks for sharing.
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Many thanks Simon for your kind encouragement š
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