So I’m sitting at Starbucks with my 2% chai
and this lady comes walking and people stare as she goes by.
She’s about 5 foot 2 and she’s wearing a big coat,
and everybody looks up from their computers and forget what they wrote.
She walks to the counter with her bundle of sacks,
as we sit here rich and white on our new shiny macs.
She’s visibly frozen from the outside right in,
and nobody wants eye contact with her, is this a great sin?
She buys a coffee for here and digs through her pockets
and everyone’s eyes jump nearly out of their sockets.
Could she be paying for her coffee with those filthy worn hands?
her hair matted down under her hood coming out it knotted strands.
She walks to the creamer and adds some to her drink,
and as she does so people are perplexed and sit to think.
So the silence goes on as people just sit and stare,
it’s visibly disturbing just to see her sit there.
She is another soul and I am so distraught,
just thinking about the chai that I just walked in and bought,
without thinking about if I’d have enough for another time,
and still I sit here comfortable and uncomfortable…
I have so much to think about, so much going on in my life.
And I just settled in for a warm drink and started to write,
but now I can’t focus on my qualitative essay due tomorrow,
because here I am seeing a woman being ignored in her sorrow.
And I have to ask myself,..
when I see a brother or sister in need,
am I going to go on in my selfishness in greed?
not thinking about her soul, not having pity on her?
because how can the love of GOD be in me if my insides don’t just stir?