In all the world I had never thought for my life to turn out so. My vision and pain of a tattered yellow cloth star pinned to my bosom, one day I had hoped to outgrow. Every day I would awaken to a life I had not asked for, t'was forced upon me! That life, a life of hunger and destitution all I thought to ever see. Many just like me were put to an untimely gruesome death. Every morning I'd awaken, praying that day not be my last breath.
Somehow through it all I had managed and survived. My faith, my hope, my very being I thought never again to be tried. Many years passed, wealth and fortune I had gained. Then one day haunted by memories long past some say insanity I entertained. I had become a tailor you see, one who clothed the rich and more fortunate. The day they say I entertained insanity I had been asked to design a gown with bright yellow stars upon it for adornment. With that request my heart sank as my memories digressed. I was again a child in rags, my life so bleak, so suppressed! I started thinking how could I have become a tailor to those semblances of past that I had most hated? My pride and love for myself, my hopes and my faith I had let become so so distorted and deteriorated.
I gave up my business that same day, just walked right out. I strolled the streets looking at the less fortunate strewn about. I thought perhaps that in clothing them I may per-chance again find love. I just knew there had to be some chance for my salvation to again arise above. I began picking tattered rags out of other people's disposed goods. I set about to sewing those rags into hats, scarves, gloves and facial covering hoods! I began giving them to the less fortunate, never charging a cent. Many of them at first took my gesture a form of teasing lament.
Many days my fingers would be callused and stained with pin-pricks. When I was out collecting more rags the more fortunate who grew to accept me now poked at me with their walking sticks. I persevered for there was nothing the world could throw my way, my course I'd chosen to change. By choice this time, I am now a part of this society's blind, ignorant and unfeeling made mange. No matter how low my life had sunk the real meaning of love I had once again found. A simple thank you or curling of stale and broken lips in a smile was the most jubilent sound!
To love another you must first learn to love yourself, which sadly is a lesson many will never in time have learned. As for me, I am and have become love, my angelic wings to one day float with my kindred tattered yellow stars I have finally earned!