| 9-10-02 how can i have all that i have when there are others who have nothing? there are people who have only the clothes on their backs. they wait to be attacked on a daily basis. the dance with death and bow to lives, of others who just drive right by, frowning out their saab windows. not noticing the frowns of the addicts and the starving. the people who need a second chance. but never get one. maybe it's a fourth or fifth chance they need, i don't know. because these people aren't free, to tell their stories, or they'll starve. they have to spend each minute, each day, asking the wealthy for a piece of their pay. how can i just walk by? how selfish and how cruel am i? to see another human, lying on the dirty ground. avoid their eyes, walk on by, turn the corner, before they see me cry. i cry for them, and i hate pity. i imagine my tears would be just as shitty as my scorn. how lucky i am to have borne the pain and suffering i found so uncompromising. instead of the pain of the streets, danger lurking and surprising me every minute every day. no one would care about what i had to say. i love this earth, and hate hate myself for turning away from the people i can't save. |