Written November 12, 2008.
You ring the bell, it is just past sunrise,
With full knowledge I’m still in my bed clothes,
And no one here to protect me.
Standing there in your warm leather jacket,
With chips on BOTH shoulders,
You look down on me.
How do you so easily judge?
You do not know me, nor my heart.
You have not walked even one step in my shoes.
Yet those hurtful words roll off your tongue with ease,
Yes I saw the twinkle in your eye,
And the smile forming as you look me up and down and say that I am trash.
Who do you think you are?
Land owner does not give you that right.
Oh yes this experience makes me want to fight.
As you close my front door you look back to see,
The restrained tear slip from my eye, You smile.
Keep on shaking your head at my bicycle,
Before you can jump into your truck,
I am down on both knees.
Oh Lord, Thank You, for the affordable housing,
And the reminder of what I could be.
Thank You for keeping me humble,
And maybe give him 10 seconds to see.
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