Woman spewing hate on a train condemning people
Insulting for peace
Strident voice calling for change
Soft speech changes nothing
Nails scratching on the walls of hope
Let me in
Don’t keep me out
Steam of consciousness rant
Knowing no one’s listening
Speak anyway
Into the indifferent quiet raise your voice
be heard or be trampled by the herd
Dare to be different
Green shirt emerald mirrored shades reflect the world not as is but as it should be.
Spewing hate but calling for love
You’re a contradiction walking
I hear your pain
I can’t take it away
My helping hand you’d slap away because my skin’s too light
I haven’t lived your pain.
You see privilege not the struggle, the late nights, the worry
never knowing if I’ll make it, keep the roof over my head.
Your clothes are nicer than mine yet you look at me and see wealth
All I’ve got its the breath in my lungs and the ideas in my head.
Life guarantees nothing but death.
You’re not God. Stop condemning and start loving.
***inspired by the woman ranting on the southbound 4 train in NYC
You nailed this. Perfect description of a train ride in NYC.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I was so happy to step off a metro-north train and reenter suburbia after my train experience. I wrote this while she was hating on us. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cool lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
😁
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Your clothes are nicer than mine yet you look at me and see wealth”
That’s what envy can do. It breeds hate instead of love. This is a very raw piece Mel! And yes, our surroundings to inspire the best of our poetry. 🙂
I hope she will find love’s light soon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Yes this was a raw piece. I wrote it standing on the train while she ranted and edited it on the ferry. I hope she wakes up and sees rlthe contradiction between what she claims she wants and what her actual message is because they’re not even close to being the same
LikeLiked by 1 person
ooooh. writing while standing results to indeed raw pieces. I’ve experienced that a lot of times in a bus! HAHA
I hope so too. sigh.
LikeLiked by 1 person
All we can do is hope
LikeLiked by 1 person
indeed!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is a wonderful honest piece of poetry. It seems almost spontaneous? I get what your speaker says, how this woman thinks she’s been so hard done by due to her race, yet she discriminates someone who is poorer than her, whose clothes aren’t expensive. That’s discrimatiin for certain, and the thing is you think this woman should know better? She’s a hypocrite. Interesting piece Melinda, and experience to write about.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Mandy, I wrote this on the train listening to her rant. I found yhe contradictions intriguing. This is part her rant and part my reaction
LikeLiked by 1 person
Powerful stuff Melinda! Hate is everywhere nowadays, and it brews more hate. I wonder where love is hiding…?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, I wondered the same thing
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent, Mel! Some lucid, evocative imagery here….to name just a couple that ‘grabbed’ me:
“Nails scratching on the walls of hope”;
“be heard or be trampled by the herd”;
“You’re a contradiction walking”…….
Superb! Hugs! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks I wrote this while standing on the train listening to her ranting.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sometimes the best is born unplanned – by instinct. 😉 Hugs! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Agreed!
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
toutes personnes tolérantes je l’aime qu’ soit musulman catholique ou juif
LikeLiked by 1 person
If you’re saying all tolerant people love each other no matter their religion than i agree.
LikeLiked by 1 person