(NaPoWriMo Day#22)
I bought a lady breakfast today
In her dry, scarred hands she held
A handful of miscellaneous coins
She gathered from other patrons
That passed through those doors
In her eyes I saw peace and strength
Burdens and concerns weighed only
On her body like her ragged clothes
I told her I would buy her breakfast
That I would bring it out to her
Motivated by self-preservation of image
Not wanting to be seen in her presence
Pride dropped in the presence of pride
As she followed me in waited by my side
Upturned noses from workers familiar
With her kind, her face, her smell
Who is man to question God’s people
His blessings, his children in need
Who am I to judge my sister; my kin
Do this in remembrance of me
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