an open letter to american suburbia

i live in the hood, but i work in you.
during my lunch break today:

i saw a white woman shouting at the panera drive-thru.
three f-bombs
two bills hurled through the window
one sandwich, to go.

i saw an elderly white couple trying to look dignified in the rain.
between them: 
three strokes
two doctors appointments
one-quarter mile to go
zero drivers licenses.

he refuses to use a walker, so his legs gave out.
no taxi would take them. so i did.

they said they wished all people were as kind as i was.
suburbia, you just need to do better.