Can I Borrow the Car?

When my dad lets me borrow the car

I don't even have to drive far

As soon as the car is on

I turn up my favorite song

As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived

With hugs


And a smile

I roll up my sleeves

And lay mats on the round next to one another

When the dinner is delivered

I become eager becasue it means the rest of the people are almost able to enter


Conversations multiply

As women and children enter the shelter






Are carried inside

I put my hair in a bun

Until I am done

As I start to serve chicken pot pie onto her plate

She looks at me and says,

"Always be who you are and don't let no one change your dreams"

I hug her tightly

Then continue on politely

Spending time at the shelter is unifyig

I embrace

Speaking in Spanish

Making cards for one another

Bonding over how delicious Lindor chocolate is

And connecting with Baby Gregory

Becasue they are all a treasury

This is what my Friday and Saturday nights are all about

And the memories give me no time to pout


Laughter and contemplation are shared and I always try to upift others with a loving heart

That is how I do my part

The families uplift my spirits and in return I offer them prayer and a smpathetic ear

This is who I am

This is the authentic me

Sharing with others

Because they are my brothers and sisters

I spread love


And encouragement




This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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