I walk along the streets
Thinking of a thousand and one ways to make my world better
Save up a huge amount of money and donate to charity?
Oh that’ll take forever!
Work really hard in my school work and fight for the innocent when I’m done?
That’s a long time from now!
Then it dawned on me,
I can start now really.
I could smile at that stranger walking with her chin close to her pronounced collar bone;
Taking serious but weary steps towards an unsure place;
With her faded skirt dancing to the rhythm of the breeze;
And her worn-out top slackingly covering her scaly skin.
I could whisper to her as she passes, “You look beautiful today”
And hope that her heart may have found a reason to resonate joy.
I could stand up for the woman being cat-called by the side of the road;
Walking as fast as she can past refurbished touts called students;
Yelling down daggers from their 2-storey hostel;
Laughing as she loses her dignity somewhere along their path.
I could look into her feeble eyes and tell her that words don’t make her. Especially their words, because they come from a dark, empty place called heart.
I could sit with the boy everyone seems to mock,
Because his looks, belief, aura;
Do not correlate with ‘pop-culture’
I could say to him:
“I’m jealous of you.”
With wondering eyes he may ask why;
And with a smirk I may say,
“Because you’re not afraid to show who you are.”