Who Am I?

Who am I? I’m just me with my paper cup, 

Sat here I see the sun up there in the sky, 

I feel the rain soak through to my thighs, 

I smell the food they cook for you but not for I, 

I taste the fumes from those machines that are endlessly passing by, 

I hear the voices of those with voices who moan to each other about their choices, but do they know that they are so lucky to have a voice and that for me the only choice is to try and rejoice over a rare few who don’t move to avoid but stop and spare their only coin.

Who am I? I’m just me with my paper cup.

Winter,  I hear them sing “its the most wonderful time of the year.” I used to think that, before my life got taken off track by this place where most care only for their own space. 

I sit here and wait for them to notice their mistake, hope and hope they can help change my fate by making the power of this place one who notices my state. 

But “no” they say, “please stay away”, “you should’ve worked hard like us, then you would not be this way” I did work hard my mind would say, for I fought so they could play. 

But my country won’t repay the years of pain I gave to they. For this country became this way out of greed for their own pay. “No” they chose, to give to those, who’s health dissolved through heavy work loads. 

See I became this way, because I could not repay, the fines they gave due to my sick days. So here I am, wondering why they can’t see what they are doing to I.

But life goes on, on and on, and I must keep on with this one day god gave to I, sit and cry without my eyes, so they who pass by are more likely to give to I.

Who am I? I’m just me, but I could be you.