Member Rara Avis
Dear Suthrn, I wasn't even going to post this poem because I didn't think anybody would understand it. And you not only understood but lived it. I was only a visiter to poverty, and although it was a terrible poverty, there was music, dancing, birthdays, laughter, though many young people had absolutely no clothing to wear, and young boys so often sold their bodies in exchange for food, and later danced in the street. Your respose was wonderful! Thank you for sharing those insights.