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Dec 2009
Yes, I see you.
You like to make your presence  known.
It’s in the flashy, the gaudy and the uncomfortably fake humbleness that  you  project.
The wealth  and championed successes you stuff into your smile and plaster across your face.
Yes, I see you,
You exude materialism with each closing swagger .
Insatiable appetite for your own procurement.--Your “driven”
You’ve everything one might acquire.
Yes, I see you,
I’ve known you in many.

  
As you walk by you politely nod and look away.
And inside my stomach swells until a small smile cracks across my face.
The irony.
You measure your wealth in commodities
and assume I’m envious of  your riches!!
  
Yes, I see you and am moved…
You know nothing of wealth.
Written by
Allison Neal
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   --- and Sarah Alison Young
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