The Woman on the Street
Day after day
She sits
On the same corner
Of the same street
Smokin' joint after joint.
I've see her before.
She smiles at my children,
--An empty grin--
Then her bloodshot eyes
Land upon me.
Like steel,
Her eyes pierce
through my flesh
judging me
and hating me.
We share the same skin
Breathe the same air
Descend from the same tribe.
Yet, we do not
Know each other
Although our invisible footprints
Have crossed each other
Many times before.
I've shuffled past
the same corner before,
Choked on the same
foul air pollutants before,
And have endured
the same early morning
bitter cold before.
I've run past the same
rodent-infested alleys before
And watched the same school girls
turn into toys for johns before
Yet we know each other not.
Many nights,
I've wondered what tomorrow
and future tomorrows would bring
A life away from the depression
of the streets
away from the hollow eyes
that followed me as
I rushed to and from
Home.
I know you, woman.
I know your pain
And I know your
dreams
And although,
we have crossed paths
times too numerous
to count,
we are sisters,
we are friends,
we are one
dreaming of a brighter day.