Cruelty

(inspired by Lucille Clifton)

Now I watch myself whenever I enter a room,
I never know what I might do.

I can choose to give money to the boys at the traffic lights,
and the little children and elderly, blind women.

Or I can choose to face front, glassy-eyed,
keep my purse filled with money in my bag,

mouthe “I don’t have anything” or “not today”
or feign searching for loose change when I know I have none.

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Traveler, poet, educator, yogi, activist, artist, writer, British-Jamaican Londoner living in Ghana https://soundcloud.com/gracelouisewood

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Grace

Traveler, poet, educator, yogi, activist, artist, writer, British-Jamaican Londoner living in Ghana https://soundcloud.com/gracelouisewood