Claire...by Talile Ali
in on a wind
tossed from the clouds
always correct
never allowed
to be heard by everyone she loved on earth
roots so deep
beyond the clay
praying for light
bleeding for pay
from labor without recognition and ashamed
will there ever be a view
from her blistered, shattered room
of a life free of strife and decay
is it always meant to be
devoid of life and charity
leaching an existence on it's way
poem by Talile Ali
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