J Line Faces

Fri, 09/05/2014 - 23:02 -- beehyla

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Every day there are different faces. Never once have I not been astounded.

 

Other people's’ woes and miseries some how keep me grounded.

 

The woman who is always blinking back tears helps me think my life is not so bad.

 

There is a girl who hugs her sweater tight. She is scared and scantily clad.

 

Another man sits in the back and holds his beer close as if there is nothing left for him in this life.

 

A dirty face with blood shot eyes stares at me when he thinks I can’t see.

 

When I am waiting people are screaming like it will set them free.

 

“My father told my brother to be himself but when he was, my father would not accept him,”

 

A homeless man yells the truth no one dares to speak, as if to say it is a sin.

 

He walks toward me and tells me wisdom I hold dear.

 

“Be anything you want. Just don’t be me.” Words that I needed to hear.

 

A woman sitting on a milk crate screams across the street.

 

“Y’all are are nasty fuckers. Got that good job and you can’t spare a penny for people like me.”

 

People with blank faces raise coffee cups to their lips and pretend not to care .

 

I catch glimpses of all these people’s lives and I can’t help but wonder what they see.

 

I can’t help wondering what they see when they look at me.

 

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