I wrote this a while ago, and this group seems to be the right place to post it and I believe the poem speaks for those who we are fighting to help. The invisible youth, the forgotten children of the world. That's who this group fights to help, to take care of. Also there is one other poem, that fits and that specifically is titled The Voiceless. Thank you for doing what you are to help those who are forgotten about, who are voiceless.
Ghost Writer
The Forgotten Children
You look at me sitting here on a no name street,
wondering where did I come from, who am I.
You never ask, you just walk away.
Thinking its better to let it be someone elses problem.
But everyone keeps on passing me by,
Not asking if I need help or why am I alone.
Never wondering just how many of me there really are wandering the streets, looking for help.
But not knowing how to ask for the very helping hand that I want,
That would help me get back on my feet.
Many that live here with me are either from abused families,
Or have left home to get away from their own piece of hell.
We all live here on this street, in towns and cities across the country.
All looking for that one person who wants to help,
Without asking for anything in return.
You ask who we are, who I am.
We are the children who have runaway,
Who have taken to the streets and called the streets our home.
For this home is wide open, but once we are out here,
We do not know what to do anymore or where to go.
We are the countless numbers of kids that have turned to the streets,
To provide us with comforts that we could not find at home.
The Voiceless
There are those who can not talk, because they were silenced by someone.
Silenced because of how they felt, because of their views.
There are those who wish they could talk,
but only are able to speak through their hands.
Signing away, forming letters, sentences with their fingers.
Most look at them as if to ask, whats wrong with them.
Why aren't they like me, why don't they talk.
Some are voiceless because they are afraid,
afraid to cry out because of what might happen to them or to their families.
Afraid of the actions that others might take,
afraid of the actions that were threatened towards them.
The ones that we all must speak out for, speak about.
Not judge, nor look down upon for they are different.
We are all equal, we are all the same.
For the only differences we have, is the choices we make.
The choice to look away or to help.
If we look away, we become ignorant of those around us.
The voiceless fade away into nothing, their cries lost in translation.
If we help, we change their lives.
Help them become part of us, part of who we are.
We hold the fate of the voiceless in our hands, who they become is up to us.
Do they fade away or do they thrive because we cared.