The Same As I

i get so tired of writing poems about suffering.... but everywhere i look, all around me, people are hurting.... and try as i might, i cant close my eyes, cant shut my ears up to the sounds of need and want. and i cannot be silent as long as there's one person who is not free, one person whose rights have been violated.... one person who is hungry, one person who is homeless, one person sick who cannot get medical care.... one person abused, enslaved, or treated like property... i cannot, and i will not stop, for they are the same as i... i see their faces every time i look in the mirror!