Random thoughts from a radically wrong world

Category: Poems

Passer by

homeless-youthuse

Every morning

getting out of the metro station

on my way to work

i pass by

a lady.

Sitting on the floor

playing the harmonica

she wears many

layers

It is

very cold

in Brussels.

Her face

is hardly visible

but I know

She is

Older

than

I.

Every morning,

I ask myself the same questions

“Have I really become a passer by?”

“Have I become imune to everything?”

“Has the system won?”

“Am I responsible?”

“Have I failed her?”

Every morning

I feel like

Stopping

and talking to her

Every morning

I feel like

I am going

to do it

Every morning

I know

It is going

to change

But

Every morning

I simply

Look at her

and pass her by.

But I know

that I should

put EVERYTHING

on hold

and 

Take care of her.

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Poem of the day: June Jordan

I was born a Black woman


and now


I am become a Palestinian


against the relentless laughter of evil


there is less and less living room


and where are my loved ones?

It is time to make our way home.

(thanks to Angela Davis for reminding me of such a beautiful poem)

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