Val’s Poetry

1) The Journey
the fog lifts,
a meadow appears,
a fox stalks,
the circle of life revolves,
the ole Shenandoah rolls,
each to our own path,
my friend Shirley, will never know
what her time meant to me, with the fixing of
a small bracelet,
So I spend time to share my thanks to her,
with all who journey by this sight,
and reads this poem.
Val Whitewolf
2) Be Spelled
Friends say, “Boy Val, you spell terrible!"
You need and editor,
let me proof it before you share a poem,
I just say I’m going through a bad spell,
They advise me that people I care deeply for are wrong for me,
Always trying to guide me,
my friends, my chosen family,
No one knows my heart but me.
To share all I am takes words,
Not stanzas,
just poems littering a page,
while the fires that consume me blaze,
this is when I’m most alive,
Its not with a lover,
people who know, No think they know me,
will say what was she thinking!
This wasn’t edited!
Like the Author, it’s not perfect.
It’s Just me having a bad spell.
Val Little Whitewolf
Copyright ©2008 Val Little Whitewolf
3) Not Allowed
Not allowed to marry, No, No not that!
We can't stand proud and shout!
In countries colors, Proud and free,
Be asked out loud, Are you! And say yes!
We can be unemployed in Virginia.
Been unemployed for 6 months, they smile.
Lost my car, have no money, still have heart.
Like the small month old kitten upon my arm,
Heart hardens to their words.
Rebekah cries within my ears,
Funny how these Christians have no heart.
No, that's not allowed.
Val Little Whitewolf
Copyright ©2008 Val Little Whitewolf
4) Our Flag
Our Flag tucked neatly away laid a fought for,
died for promise,
When tragedy struck its mighty blow we reached for our shield.
Our flags colors: red white and blue.
As before we hung it high,
put it on our cars,
and heroes’ graves.
The day my heart wept, September 11th, now long gone.
No more pristine new flags.
Now as if pride has gone they hang torn,
America is for America, Pride should survive memory, tattered and torn flags fly high above battle fields, dappled with bloody corpses;Not in front of homes.
Heroes and heroes weep,
I wore our colors it saddens me to think that
only when nations look our way,
does our Flag wave new.
Val Little Whitewolf
Copyright ©2008 Val Little Whitewolf
5) Paradise lies
Paradise lies when I was young where it shall always lie,
Somewhere the other side of yesterday,
North of Iowa,
Where the Blue Hills rest,
The fir trees of Northern Wisconsin,
A family cabin tucked in the woods,
Stone throw from Loretta, Wis,
Near Black Bear country lies a piece of Heaven,
Paradise,Shangralla,
Bought by my grand dad,
Only land, paid in sweat and tears,
A cabin rose, a field reclaimed from nature,
My heart lives there, yet still wonders the Bad lands of S.D.
miles from home my love is in her hands,
when I sleep my bed is ours,
Where paradise is in Wisconsin and in Amy's arms.
Val Kay Whitewolf
Copyright ©2008 Val Little Whitewolf
6) Real American's Wore Red, White and Blue
I cry when my countries flag passes by,
Tears well in a poets eyes,
Where's my fought for American's Dream!
My family’s foots fell in the valley in 1623.
Family stood with George Washington, Honor Bound.
Tears wet my face, always struggling,
President Bush doesn't understand or care,
I was the Army's Green with honor,
The Marine Gold and Red I wore as well.
Now after 6.5 months of unemployment,
Now I get unemployment,
Lost my car, Bank wouldn't refinance me,
No car, no job to shine.
Descendant of Daughters of the Revolution,
Want my own business, Wind Powered,
Living History Farm, Want off well fare,
Want to stand Proud, Cant be proud,
Threat of jail time cause no money to pay,
Bank wants car money, they got my car.
Val Whitewolf
7) Valerie K. Heike
what once was, is no more,
when I was small that name fit,
Val to family and foe,
out of a cocoon, I spread my winds,
stretching out the kinks, limbering up,
as if change comes with one good shake,
I emerged out, full of the great spirit,
my circle that life, is becoming complete,
my horizon clears away, no longer alone,
no longer, Valerie k. Heike,
standing proud evil spirits fleeing,
the prairie and sage inhaled,
facing my past, viewing my future,
like the wolf, I am,
I shout, loud and proud my chosen name,
Val little Whitewolf
8) Wolf's Den Americas Heritage Farm
Swimming with the Sharks Business Plan, Mine.
Dreams, controlling sleepless wakeful hours,
Giving Safe Harbor to Gay and Lesbians,
The Storm Battling against the rocks of Virginia’s Mortal virtue.
No Jobs for those of us OUT and Visible.
Page County holds emptiness for so many.
Factories going Broke.
Need for a clear thinker who wants more,
My plan fills needs.
Night after night I write down Grants,
Business plan compiled.
Area Youth Programs to encourage drug free
Youths.
Now I sit hoping other's will HELP Me!!
Non-Profit, Wind and Solar Powered.
Dream's come true at RAINBOWS END.
Val L Whitewolf
9) A Big Kid, Still Only 12
I have lived 44 yrs in beauty,
My friends diverse,
Upon concrete, with no mats I work,
For bosses that see only their own perks,
Circulation gone in one leg,
Left knee, no longer like a 12yr, old,
Still I cry with Walt Disney,
Muffets still make me howl,
The duke & Elvis still out shine others,
Newly unemployed, my home the Shenandoah national park, nearly closed.
Calling me forward, like Chester from “gun smoke” I limp along.
My shell aging, within this old wolfs heart
Still only 12.
Val K Heike


10) A Kiss
A kiss is a moment in time,
Lingering with every sensation,
A letter not mere words,
A song rhythmic in proportion,
Somber, melodic, vibrant in sound,
Meaningful, promising of loves tomorrow,
Not lies or maybes,
Something like love
Take time and energy,
And most of all,
Heart.
Like unto a kiss.
Val R Heike

11) America
Poverty, farmers going under,
Hate alive and well,
Last week in a Colorado town, high school,
Two young men went to war,
Not in a foreign land,
Not an ocean away,
Classmates said goodbye, to mom and dad,
Kissed baby sis, hugged the dog,
Words were heard, see ya all later,
Love you always.

Terror, guns, shots, fear!
Swat teams, F.B.I., bombs, hate,
Days end came hearts weeped,
Black bags lined up,
Visions of CBS News of my youth
Vietnam, remembered dead of my youth,

Fifteen children dead, others seriously wounded,
Lives changed, mothers, families, friends, pain.
Not a world away,
Here in America ...
Val K. Heike
12) Equality
Equality deals with liberty,
Freedom to work in a good clean environment,
Freedom to strive to achieve goals of advancement,
Fought for rights,
Rights paid for in blood,
American blood,
A good wage, a chance to advance deigned
Diverse individuals,
Others advance, extra hours awarded,
While feelings resentment build toward others,
Feelings of being pushed out,
Like a kind of death of the spirit.
Equal wage, unionist talk benighted,
Threat of firing, stills resort workers
Voice.
Val K Heike

13) Her Grace...
Published written to honor Princess Diana
Born a distant cousin to the queen,
Youth spent in games with the royals,
Dreaming of one day marrying
Marrying a prince
Her life was married with pain,
depression and death.
Her grace loved two men.
one gone day king,
the other carrier of her heart,
She bore two sons,
Harry and William,
Struggle to reclaim herself,
All coming together,
Future looking awesome,
One dark night in a tunnel,
tunnel in France all went dark,
Her grace loved by all,
Tears, burned my cheeks an ocean away,
For all loved her grace princess Diana.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 ValHeike
14) Life Is Like
Written poem that caused mom pain and her bigotedness against who her daughter always was.
A room full of strangers,
They are all lawyers, except you,
They talk about trials, sentences,
You try not to call attention to yourself the writer,
You can talk about feelings,
Your heart is full, warm and fuzzy,
The coldness of this room is chilling to the bones,
Like that song I'm blue.
Not to mention the big red tennis and that bizarre red hat,
You stick out like a bar in a cat house,
Life is like that,
The odd looks you get, the uniqueness that is you,
Like a round peg in a square hole,
Welcome to my world, tears come so easy,
If only you could see your world through my eyes,
Then you'd know that, that is the only way I differ from you,
You see I'm gay.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
15) Pointless
Until the world is seem truly,
Straining to view all with my heart,
Knowing I can't,
Others seem to view it from points distant,
Points of discrimination,
Hated, racism,
Unfortunately people view my sexual choice as evil,
They think us odd, sick.
This hurts me,
The day hasn't changed to allow our rights.
Like you, we deserve good jobs,
fare wage and to live and love,
otherwise life as we know it,
And live it is pointless.
I won't and can't live your life,
don't try to live mine,
just try to understand.
Val Heike
16) Six Hundred Miles
Written for Rebekah Smith
Six hundred miles
The first notes of a song, beats upon my heart,
Six hundred miles,
Blowing eastward upon the wind,
Sweet scent of loves first call,
Within the barred tower, she writes,
If a unknown lover,
While worried of her lost boy,
Fruit of her loins,
My heart waits for someday and ifs,
If she will truly be mine,
Someday and ifs she comes my way,
Moments stand still,
Wanting her touch more then the air to breathe,
Friends shout "slow down",
"beware", don’t rush to break your heart again,
Rushing toward her is all I know,
Wanting her within my arms,
My Rebekah a prisoner of time.
Val K Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
17) Soul Music
Trouble comes when people try to be God,
Taking words spoke, heard over two thousand, years ago.
The bible, series of stories told to Son from, Father.
Where as the American constitution,
Written just two hundred odd years ago is constantly being, altered.
Things change, one thing remains the same,
We all are given by God vocation, uniquely ours.
Like serving God, others say if your gay God no longer,
Wants you, that your love of Him or others is un important.
How dare they! How can my heart and soul sing?

We should have the right to love God and sing His praise.
Where can we go to sing together?

We love hard and our faith is strong.
Together we can move mountains together we are strong and can't be moved.
Val K. Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
18) Turmoil
Life is nothing, but empty,
Loneliness surrounds me,
Tired, stressed out,
Seeking, companionship,
Praying for friendship,
To last a life time,
Turmoil of being gay,
Longings lay open,
Much like a rotten sore,
Wishing for peace,
Toss, and turn when I sleep,
Hope to have someone to touch,
Wanting to care for a soul mate,
Tired of wanting to be whole,
Dead inside,
Poetry, mine, open, out, erotic,
Where is she?
Where do I seek?
Such turmoil, so much,
Pain.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
19) Window Sill
There upon a ledge the fly rests,
starring through the glass,
the world beyond beckons,
the silent clamor of living things
become the want of the life the fly and I seek.
When alone on a mountain being gay loneliness is beyond pain.
The fly and I dream of the pleasure of belonging,
and of love of a mate,
and the words, no longer shutout,
no longer alone,
and to feel the warmth of being whole.
Val K Heike

20) Time Flees
For Bob and the guys
Perhaps, maybe good words,
Time is fleeting,
Moments scatter like words on the wind,
I have found that I rush through the week,
Purely to return to Tuesday,
If one human can save a rain forest,
Then surely, one group brings worth to,
This most humble poet,
Svgla allows me the sense of belonging,
The warmth that alludes me in the straight World,

Lives within this special group of
Individuals, diverse, wonderful, fantastic,

Club if you will, welcomes me,
Like an oasis quenching my thirst, like water

To a thirsty camel.
Thank you Svgla for making time more bearable,
Val R Heike

21) Twilight
Stars blinking,
The great spirit controls the heavens,
You like the brightest star burns deep, in my heart.
One with you, my hand in yours,
I say my prayers, wishing upon a star,
Twilight star bright, this I pray,
Great spirit guard her,
I give you my life, she has my heart,
She is all I ever want,
Barbara you honor me!
With this heart in your hands,
Ready to die, your tears mine,
My days, nights yours,
Twilight star bright,
White Wolf.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Heike
22) A Wiccans Way
A wiccans way,
Starts early in the day,
Calming, peaceful , melodies,
Tranquil, earthy, mine,
Magic in the air,
Filling ones lair,
Cory, the cat, black and white,
Filling a poets pen, with mischief and lithe,
Boil, toil a cauldrons delight,
If magic flowed from my wand,
Disguised as a my pen stuck in my hand,
This ole wolf wields a powerful sword,
Its my magic, from thought to vowels,
For its the written word.
Val K Heike
23) Annoyed
Can't open my poems,
Why!
I am Val Kay Heike,
I write under Val Kay Heike,
Val Heike, Val Little Whitewolf,
Val Whitewolf,
Valerie Kay Heike Iowa Born,
Norwegian, Iowaegn , Virginia by birth right.
I’m also George Little Whitewolf,
Hello I have never in my life seen so many Heike's,
Which is German(Prussian) not Norwegian,
That's all I have to say for now,
I might even use V.K.Heike,
There are all me, mine.
Val K L Whitewolf Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val K Heike
24) Goose calls... Falls Here!
Wrote at Wagon Trail Resort in 1998,in Door County,Wisconsin
The air fills with smells leaves dropping to the ground,
tourist buying this and that, Sales here and there,
Aramark's employees in the Shenandoah National Park,
Counting days till the end of this 2004 season,
Those of us in the valley recalling the warmth gone,
Soon the we roll back the clocks,
Pounding to think, what happened this year,
I fell in and out of love,
Started school for Graphic Design,
Lost my car, job, heart,
Went to Wisconsin in February,
Lost a baby,
Nothing stops the calls of fall,
Leaning against a tree, looking up, flying in formation,
hearing ,waiting, "Honk, Honk," there it is.
over head can be heard, Goose Calling Cadence. Falls here!
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val K Heike
25) My Love
My love rises when I’m sick, grabs her jeans,
Jumps in snow boots, brushes by me, keys in hand;
as I turn her whispers in the air around my head,
love you, I Love You!
The middle of the room caught, my stolen white pine,
Christmas poor in our home,
our love enriched our home,
my lover, my girl,
my heart.
Val K Heike
26) The Future
Laying upon the ground my eyes ride the clouds,
Memories of yesterdays truth burn within my mind,
yesterdays tear stains my sorrowful face,
Still jobless yet within a poets world I'm O.K.
I see more for my tomorrow
Words like I love you but not in that way,
I have had three women try to steal a warriors peace.
Only in paper I am Whitewolf Americas Heritage,
A living history farm,
No one steals the thunder my future holds.
No dark cloud sits upon my horizon.
Only I hold my destiny in my hands.
That is my future.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val K Heike
27) The Stain Glass
Written for the good folks in the bible study group at “Church of Christ in Luray, Virginia
It rests in our hearts. The colors and tints are held in
their smiles, It's George, the Blind retired Doctor Holding
my hands, Glad that I came to Bible Study, It's Doc Martin
in his Pride of His Doctorate of Veterinarian Medicine, and
his wonderful tales, It's Carol and Bud Smith happiness to
take me to church. It's the warmth of a Banker from Page
Valley going home after church so that he can drive back in
his old truck to take me and a bike home. Our Stain Glass in
Christ's Church no more lovely then our Pastor, Father
Daniel Robio, It's the little choir sometimes only
numbering in single digits. It is all the parishioners at
the Epistcal church in Luray, VA. And not least but last it
is the children old enough to walk receive Holy Communion.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val K Heike


28) Broken heart IT, Gone
Remember William's Hook,
His it the joy of his life, his children's birth,
My It burns only when my cats are near,
They bring me Great Joy,
They fight a wiccans demons.
Lost in the Iowan countryside, 6 miles from Waukon,
Never have they killed to eat,
My heart an empty craters in my chest,
My passions and drive lost,
My Prayers, my voice echoing in my ears,
My calls unheard still inside I Shout "Come Home!"
Momma needs ad Loves You!
Val Littlewolf Heike
29) Craig
My youngest nephew in his junior year in high school 2006
By Val Littlewolf
My youngest nephew confirmed today,
A young man of the Lutheran Church,
Though we love him,
He is not perfect,
Tee shirt Jesus Homeboy,
Thursday last there he sat,
Detention called,
Next time he sees a dead mouse,
Maybe his homeboy will whisper in his ear,
Don't wrap it up and share it,
A girl in his Junior class unliked by my nephew,
That day got a mouse.
Seems humorous to me his aunt,
Who will always love him not his choices.
Val K Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Littlewolf Heike



29) Crosses We Bare
Bearing ones spirit when seeking employment,
Experienced and Studying,
Desires to fulfill her passions,
Venture Capital sought,
Computer on fritz,
Stuck from one horse town to another.
No Car, spells no job,
No job means no car,
No money, no special friend,
People see me as homeless, I see me as void heart.
Like a forgotten Christian song,
Empty heart,
I’m not different then others,
Blue isn't a color of choice,
To soar like the eagle full of passion,
Instead my Cross stretched out before all,
Bare, empty, alone dead.
Val Littlewolf Heike
30) Difference
Are you poor; because you Lack,
Are you a failure because your afraid,
Is fear keeping you from a goal,
money stops success,
Ideas still flow,
Paper fills beneath my pen,
dreams of success,
Money in pocket,
Not worry about lacking,
To care for my family,
To know in my heart, I have come!
Bringing it!
That's the difference,
Poor, Idle only money allows,
Grasping the brass ring and Success-seeding...
Val Littlewolf Heike
31) Missing
Like a lady she sways,
Thoughts of her Shenandoah Valley,
My heart seems empty, and alone,
tears flow burning down my Virginian cheeks,
miles away in Waukon, Iowa still upon the wind,
wings of gold glisten as angels rise leaving,
terrafera bodies fall empty,
Bang, Bang, bang the air filled with sulfur,
Red classroom floors, student’s heart STOP...
VT football hero's cry,
Mom's pride fallen lives vanished not a war away,
blood seeping into ground saturated by other mother's,
son, Not Johnny reb nor Yankee blue,
kiss your children,
wave goodbye, mother's all.
This from a Virginian heart near body in Iowa .
Val Littlewolf Heike
32) The long Night
Poverty stricken, homeless, unemployed,
Lost in self,
Seeking funds to end her endless night,
returning to school to start a new segment in her pain filled life,
Nearing 50, under employed unable to be,
Out and not out at same time, empty,
Wondering if death the answer,
Writer lover of words,
Val Littlewolf chosen name,
Given Val Heike, funny those that bestowed name can't live it,
No money means less then life,
suffering from a long pain filled night,
Are my words empty or is this the beginning of a new era.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Val Littlewolf Heike
33) Lakota Brave (Home of My Heart)
South Dakota’s Black Hills 1994 my first season at Mt. Rushmore. First poem I wrote.
Young strong, happy brave,
warrior of his people
standing tall, stand proud,
staying buffalo,
feeding his people,
future leader of a great nation
Black hills home of his heart,
Peaceful man,
wanton land,
many come
stolen land
spirit gone,
still home of my people's heart!
I'm gone now,
my spirit rises high carried
by eagles' wings over my land,
part of my spirit remains
till one day, some day,
we the Lakota shall return
Valerie Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie Heike
34) Ninety-Nine Proof
Erotic poetry
As she lies on the bed,
One nipple exposed,
Slipped out from under the sheet,
It rises and falls, as she breathes,
Hair tossed,
The rhythm of my heart, pounding in my head,
I stand, in the door way, gazing,
Gazing upon her sensuality,
Stranded in time
Daring not to move,
Lease, I disturb her rest,
As intoxicating, as whole grain alcohol.
Wanting to taste her,
Instead, I stand, still, drinking her in.
Her very being, my reason to live,
Her tenderness, my heart's desire,
My life, hers.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie Heike
35) She Rocks
Erotically, changing, over full of life,
Washing across the rocks of the banks
Muddy river, that grand old Mississippi,
While tossed upon the waves,
Motion moving current,
Violent, full of sound,
Wind everywhere,
Touching you like electricity,
Instantly in a moment,
She rocks,
No music audible,
Timeless,
Perfectly, perfect,
She's lovely,
Muddy ole lady,
My heart stops,
I'm in love,
I had found, a lover, a partner,
No friend
A peace
Val Heike


36) In a House
Wrote while staying in Randie’s cold house winter of 2001
In a House on a hill,
In a room, on a bed,
Sit I,
My view no longer hazy,
colors bright, vibrant, alive,
pen in hand, borrowed not mine,
snow covering the ground, winters sun,
a robins worm, a blue birds song,
refreshing smile, yesterdays sorrow,
buried beneath the snow,
a bright new cycle dawning,
promising a new day,
the chill in the air, bam,
I return to terra ferma,
sitting upon my bed,
in a room, in a house,
on a hill.
Valerie K Heike 2
Copyright ©2008 Valerie K Heike

37) The Marine
Tall, graceful, full of scars,
Scares buried deep
Hidden from view
Tough her calling card
Lost, soulless
Lonely, so very alone
Catherine was her name
Tough, rough, afraid
Afraid to love
Her love was unsafe
She was alone
She was honor
She so loved her country
Wounded four times
Rough tough a lover of right
A lover of women
The marine, the major, afraid
No one knew, no one, no one,
Arousal came like a mystery
Afraid of scandal
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie Heike
38) Colors of a Child
For my friend Jane Gunning
Mistress Jane,
A poets friend,
She fills my mind with warm and wonderful thoughts,
Imagining fairies dancing,
Druids, walking the land,
Leprechauns singing,
Within our small coven her spirit, binds us,
Cementing our souls, one with the spirit,
I envision golden eagles gliding down,
Sitting upon her shoulder,
A golden light surrounds our mistress,
I see her as head of our coven,
Full of the light of a child.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie K Heike
39) Fire
blaze of its own glory,
embers hot, in the course of what will be,
becoming their tomorrow,
white ,hot, pristine in their warmth,
filling me, lifting my soul,
as if shouting, telling my spirit things
my mortal mind can only hear from my heart,
change comes to us all,
human or critter,
we all die our own deaths,
with out stretched fingers,
flames bid farewell to the boundaries of earth,
becoming, one with the spirit.
Valerie Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie K Heike
39) Poem
Within a poem, a melody of enchantment becomes
Its own melody,
When a pen is taken up, hearts fill with the goddess spirit,
In a sense a poem is my magic,
I become, what it takes to create,
My words become, good or bad, but always mine,
They become, my legacy.
Much like smoke is woods voice,
Its spiritualist a release from earthly bounds,
Creating and ever changing, tide of growth,
When a tree falls and only a wolf sees,
Remaining in earth till burnt, a prisoner,
Fire, like a poets pen, my words.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie K Heike

40) Spiritual
A fire, spirit , crackling of the wood,
An evening spent in the company of women,
Praying, becomes meditating,
Magic of a warm hand held,
One thought, one in the spirit,
The goddess near,
A warm home, new friends gathered,
Creating their own special magic,
This makes a church,
Its not something, to point at and say,
"that’s a church',
Its more spiritual.
Valerie W Heike
41) Touched
wanting to be touched fill the afternoon,
thoughts of holding a friend,
loving the sounds that erupt from her soul,
I dream of holding your words in my mind,
I think of life times spent searching for you,
your hand in mine,
calm seas smooth sailing,
no more complications,
safe in my minds eye, sea gulls drifting,
by on warm tropical breezes,
eagles soaring above the blue ridge,
contentment, no storms on the horizon,
family strong,
threats of violence, war mere memories,
clouds dancing,
lovers entwined,
a new day, full of possibilities.
Val Heike
Copyright ©2008 Valerie K Heike
42) Nothing's Concrete
Published 2008
Nothings. concrete
pain runs deep like a underground river,
poverty kept to those of us that suffer,
people who govern the world care nothing,
jobs kept by those that have them,
they choose to see nothing of us seeking,
seeking employment a chance to again stand,
people who knew you in years before look but don't see,
why is that?,
I seek for two years employment while walking lame,
I don't want to struggle poor achieving nothing in life,
I dream of tooth paste, shampoo even to buy a?,
Whatever it is ? food stamps can't buy it,
Warm food is illegal with them,
Did you know that?
I roam the street longing to live,
Will it happen ?
Nothing is Concrete,
Val Heike Littlewolf
Copyright ©2008 Val K. Heike
43) Christ and Me
Both below poverty,
Bad teeth to poor, no help,
To us both a tub also laundry room,
Homeless, unemployed ,no heat in winter,
A pail our bathroom,2007 Christians don't care,
Unemployed ,poor, wanting to stand tall,
Waukon, a and Luray,VA have forgotten their god's son,
Christians don't think of the poor as worthy to work,
Christ poor , homeless ,on food stamps, bad teeth, like me,
Walking alone or walking in his foot prints,
Together we care, love and struggle for success,
All of us, Christ , myself ,and ...,
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