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[aid] => mick
[title] => ~The Lady on the Street~
[time] => 2009-04-17 01:57:41
[hometext] => This is not a super poem more story about a woman today I saw and something another woman said to her, I was livid, people were mean everywhere today, hard day sighhhhhhh
[bodytext] => Life is a fragile thing at times. Specially of late, unemployment high, spirits of people low, here.... everywhere you go. You just never know, do you? We rode around on the c tran today allover the city, looking for work, trying to get feet beneath us striving to find beauty in the warmth of the sun.. Spring blossoms everywhere, but still. We left the bus and on the street there was a woman, with a card board square Need help, need money for food, written bold and clear. A woman who had been on the bus with us was walking in front, and what she said stopped my heart, for seconds inside my chest. She boldly retorted so ignorant to this woman...... Do you pay taxes on that money? I felt my pulse surge and my anger flair and for a brief moment I wanted to slap her, this ugly woman picking on someone so helpless but instead I turned and said ignore that mean woman. My heart sunk when I looked her in the eyes and saw the fear, and pain burning deep from within. I felt sad with her, how dare another kick someone when they are down? Words eluded me, and every emotion ran through the fiber of my being. All day I saw people at their worst, ignorant remarks, pompous beings. Not just to us but to strangers alike and I thought to myself, "the toilet bowl day for sure" I am sure, I will see that mean woman tomorrow and once my anger is put into prospective, she shall hear the voice of Michelle, Load and CLear and it will ring through the streets, and ride the buses. How dare you judge another until you walk a day in their shoes? In our shoes? Then I will look right into her eyes and ask, are you a christian? See if I get a reply and then tell her, she is not acting in Christ like manner, with cruel words and dirty looks. Being the bold woman I am if she responds with an answer of yes(we know she will not) I will then retort well lady I would like to talk to your pastor or priest and have him call you in for a private session! Because quite frankly, you just do not get the teachings of Jesus nor God! Note: sorry all I am still mad as hell about her and the entire day. I call it the day of toilet bowl! Blahhhhhhhh It is hard to not let people like her get to you when you see it right where you are standing. So hurtful and cruel! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 48 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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