The delicate balance between the have and the have nots
Is to be addressed by the have nots, not the haves.
They alone are qualified to tell us what light they need to keep
We know this but refuse to hear.
The children on my street are asking me for 50 centavos for three
penny candies with a practiced whine and I make them laugh when I tell them
to use their real voice and I think that their price is unfair.
So I give them twice what they have asked for. In their glee they know
I know the game.
But its not a game.
When the lovely children need to get bread, their mother sends them out with
Treats and their mournful gaze, playing on our guilt which is justifiable
and real, to buy bread.
She is doing laundry for the hotel duena and has
Callouses on her knees from waxing the entryway.
We are culpable in that we don t even say good morning as is the custom
Of all civilised people here.
Our silence says
‘You are not a person. Not really. ‘
We are changing the way you think about this now.
We are looking out at the seaside
And wondering what happens in a world where we say hello and smile?
Where we roll up our sleeves.
Get down there. Wash the dirt from our history.
See in her face, sending our children out into an uncertain world,