It’s a small room
Simple
No frills
But I’m not complaining none
Got a roof over my head
A locked door
And a single bed
No pillow and one thin blanket
But when you’ve slept on the floor
or on the ground
It is a big step up
So I’m not complaining none
There is one small window
It has bars to keep me in
Don’t know why anyone thinks I’d run
I can still see the sun
And clouds
and sometimes a bird or two
I’m not complaining none
They bring me food
Three times a day
It isn’t fancy
But I’m not hungry now
So I’m not complaining none
They call me a basket case
I been called worse
Way worse
I’m not complaining none
~Melanie Thomason
1/07/2020
What a powerful poem. The feelings are so LOUD by saying them softly. It’s wonderful.
Thank you
Excellent response Melanie, very humbling.
Thanks you, Michael.