seeing and being
Dec 8, 2022
Social justice must be constant — a way of life
seeing and being
You stand at the road’s edge
with a handwritten sign
that cannot possibly tell your story.
I see you.
You are hungry for food, for love, for private spaces,
for fear to loosen its grip
on this tentative life you live.
I see you.
People stare, quick to look away,
afraid that meeting your gaze might obligate them to care
or worse, that they might catch it.
I see you.
I don’t know your story or what trauma fuels your fears,
But if our eyes meet, we should hold our gaze
And know that in our hearts
We see each other.
This poem was originally published in Social Justice Inks — Anthology of Poetry, Prolific Pulse, LLC, May 2022.
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