"You don't care. You're so unfair!"
I slam the door, hit the stairs,
hit the biting winter air,
I've done so much for her. What about me?
I storm down the street
it's starting to sleet.
I see stamping her feet,
taking a seat on the bare concrete
a woman - her bags
are empty, she sags
exhausted, her rags
are filthy. I look the other way.
A voice starts to say
This is why you're here today.
I look up, our eyes meet,
I cross the street
say nothing, sit down
on the icy ground
beside her. The sound
of her cough blends with sobs. I feel
dirty inside, her appeal
for human compassion
tramples my selfish passion.
She talks, I listen - her life story, my mission
Squashed by injustice, loss, and sickness
forgotten by society, family and goodness.
Not giving up on God, she
was hoping for a chance to be
treated like a human being again.
Somehow, my anger ends.
I stand up, take her hand
"I don't have any plans
for dinner - if you'd like, you can
join my mom and me. Let's be friends."
We go back to my apartment
Mom sees who I brought in
and says without saying anything
a thousand words. I can see now.