Yet To Shine

You tell me the sun will rise,
you tell me it will all be fine.
The sun has yet to shine.

I am wandering in the blackness,
I don't know where to run.
The sun has yet to shine.

I stumble and fall,
I sink down into the abyss,
Is there anyone who notices this?

Still the sun has yet to shine.

poem by Liz Amos
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Dresses And Reality

'Cute little dresses
with cute little prices.'
Do you know how sick you sound?

There are people on the street,
they barely have enough to eat.
Do you know how sick you sound?

'Let's go buy a dress
so that you can impress.'
Do you know how sick you sound?

There are people dying,
and we're not even trying.
Do you know how sick you sound?

'I know', you say,
as you turn and walk away.

poem by Liz Amos
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