Monday, March 14, 2011

The Moocher’s Tale

Fancy shades ripped closed to block out our slow and awkward passing
We heard their car doors electrically locking when we drew limpingly too near
Pulling in their children they dropped their eyes and moved away
We felt the wind of their vehicles passing far too closely as we slunk along

Their hands grasped to assure their valuables as they left us in their hurried wake
Lights came on as we shuffled by, we were part of the cold and dark they kept outside
Infants stared blankly back as they were carried quickly away from us
Their elder’s eyes focused at points somewhere below and beside our dirty faces

We walked where they only drove and tasted their palpable distrust as well as their exhaust
They had us removed from public places when we made them feel ill at ease
They laughed and talked louder just to utterly crush our too-silent presence
We tried to act like we did not notice that they pretended not to see us

We walked in their hand-me-downs but we were not their children or their brothers
They swept their dust out upon us as we fumbled through their leftovers
We could not avoid their blank stares even though dark glasses hid their eyes
They brushed themselves with vigor after our chance and accidental contact

They learned to just step over us as we learned to sit sleeping where they walked
They grew impatient with our simple nagging presence every day in their busy lives
We stood in long lines waiting outside their pale in anticipation of rumored handouts
We let go our privacy and re-evaluated our dignity under dingy yellow city lights

We were the bogeyman but our own kids fled the onrushing vans of faceless soccer mommies
They tried to trap us in a net of ordinances but we slipped thru like spineless jellyfish
The papers ran short paragraphs when their misfits beat one of us to death at night
They shook their heads when we froze to death outside the over-filled homeless shelters

We crowded dirtily into the libraries and city parks, much to their disgust
Possessed of neither cell phones nor addresses, no good jobs awaited us
Our children crawled the floors of downsized welfare offices in growing grimy numbers
They covered their faces as we coughed and hacked and spit as they passed nearby

Social workers never approached us without medical gloves and often they wore masks
The garbage men and street sweepers looked down with great disdain upon us
They charged us with vagrancy and public nuisance since we had nowhere else to go
Too many offered us their help, but only on Christmas and Thanksgiving day

We shuffled by honest citizens from understaffed shelters to overcrowded rescue missions
We spent days waiting at the ER trying to drive up their health insurance premiums
We ate day-old bread in cast-off clothes as our kids noses ran and we choked upon despair
We finally realized our lives were better left unseen and our needs best left unspoken

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