Look at me, and you may see,
A reflection of you or of what you could be.

I have seen the ridicule on your face,
I know that look of distaste.
I hear what you are thinking to yourself,
"There's another example of welfare waste."

Appearance may be deceiving.
Do not judge me for the aid I'm receiving.
I'm a product of the middle class, part of American lore,
Not some drug-addicted, alcoholic, disease infested whore.

I'm an educated woman,
High honors I've achieved.
So why do you scorn me in my time of need?

I'm raising two children on my own,
Struggling to provide for them a home.
Their clothes may not fit perfectly and their shoes may be tight,
But at least I can keep them safe and warm at night.

Look at me.
Look me in the face.
I will hold my head high.
I won't be disgraced.

I am not just another stereotypical case.
I've been in your shoes.
I have stood in your place.

Look at me.
Face your fears.
Save your pity and your tears.

Look at me,
If you dare.
Peer closely if you care.

What do you see when you stop and stare?

It's me, a reflection of you.

10/03/1999

Posted on 10/16/2001
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