Pain

This is a poem I wrote December 27, 2011:

What is pain? Is it the look in a mother's eyes when her hungry baby cries. Or is it the feeling inside when all of your hope dies. What is pain? Knowing your father left and doesn't want to come back. Or knowing that police pulled you over not cause of your tail light because you are black. What...is...pain? Is it seeing the girl of your dreams with another fella watching her go through her version of pain when you know you could treat her 1000 times better. What is pain? When you extend your hand to a friend and They respond back flipping Or was it the look on Mrs. Simpson face when she found out her oldest son was Crippin. Pain isn't something just for the poor, It stops by to say hi to the rich And kicks down the middle-class' door. It spreads its wings like a condor From the top of the Himalayas to the slums of Baltimore. It touches you from your toes to your brains hitting you harder than any Semi-truck or train I know what you thinking what can stop the pain? While you worry bout the pain I worry bout all the LOVE I'm going to gain!