Internal Fight

Internal Fight I feel positive, invincible; a fighter I wantonly wonder why people who can work, don't, won't.? Isee the stoney staresof people begging for money I see them standing solemnly in the streets with signs Please bless their hearts with warmth To help take away the hunger. To make invincible fighters, out of them. I persue to pretend that I myself am in their shoes. I really don’t have to. As a child we were paupers. Daddy workedin a mine, butwe had nothing. I feel tension, tightness and the despair of nothingness I touch his hand slightly as I pass him a lunch, and lemonade. And am afraid it is not the lunch he wanted though… His sign says, “ hungry”, his look says, money. I weep because I too have been hungry, Real hunger where I cried myself to sleep. I understand poverty is a tradition, a way of life for many. How can we boldly break that chain, when it is all some have ever known? I dream of a wonderful world where working is an honor. I dream of a world where education is desirable to all people. I work, even though I am disabled in my occupation. I cannot do the work I have been trained to do. I hope for a desire for them to press on. I feel positive, invincible, a fighter © IlaMae Stucki 3/24/10