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.
two bills hurled through the window
one sandwich, to go.
i saw an elderly white couple trying to look dignified in the rain.
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.