for Troy… 4/30 (National Poetry Month Challenge)
This has not been a good day. Well, at least not this afternoon. Work drove me to tears, frustrated is an understatement, and well, I’ll spare you the rest but just really one of those days. Because I knew I had to pull it together fast and quick, decided to get some air (and food). Trying to stay on my healthy kick, instead of going for the sugary-chocolatey-anything-to-make-me-feel-better option, I went for the rotisserie and veggies, stuffed some of it down in the car (along with my feelings), and sat until I felt I could act like a big girl and go back to work. And then I got caught by the light. Such is life to remind me that even though I am still sitting here, frustrated with work and near tears, somebody out there always has it worse. So be thankful for what you have, even if it isn’t all that you want, and be kind to everyone you meet. You never know their struggle. This is for Troy.
xoxo
La.
La.
For Troy. 4/30Second car from the light to be stopped by the red
I see you emerge
Cardboard sign in hand, ready to walk that walk
(But I’m sure not really ready)
I sigh…
Half cause I feel sorry and half cause don’t wanna be bothered
See I’ve had a hard and frustrating day
…you can probably relateAnd I’m only out cause I needed a biteyou can… probably relate
I actually cried before I left out
you can probably… relate
But here you come
Cardboard sign in hand, walking that walk
And I don’t have to read it to know what it says
“will work for food” or something of the like
And I’m sorry you look so sad
And I’m sorry I looked away
And I’m sorry all I have is this
chicken-just-eaten-so-I-scooped-the-bones-out-right-fast
-and-all-that’s-left-is-rice-and-beans container
but – it’s yours if you’re hungry…
Thank you.
He says my name is Troy and that he’s down on his luck
Asks if I have work, anything will do
And that he’s just tryna make it, get back on his feet
And I have nothing.
Just this chicken-less box of rice and beans and tears eyes from teary lives
The light turns and so does he
Cardboard sign in hand, Styrofoam box in the other
Ready to walk that walk
But I’m sure not really ready.
