“Touched”–Carmen Morris

i do not want to be a piece of art

because behind it all

no one touches artwork



they look from afar

and move on

but i am more than just

a story


i have a beating heart

one that beats so loud

that it forces everyone

to crowd around


but they stop

only to leave again

because i am nothing

but a piece of art


i am so fragile

and stripped from the walls of reality

in a broken society

as they view me as

less than that rusted penny

that can found lying on the ground


inside me i believe there is room

for someone who will stand

just a minute or two longer

taking a true glance at who i really am

for i am just a piece of art

waiting to be touched