Listening to: Oasis
It’s so subtle, so simple
so ordinary, but wrong
I eat my fries with
My Friend eating his lunch
in a booth.
As I sip tolerance from
my straw, a family pays
For their meal with ignorance
The woman leans over, like a
School girl with a secret,to her husband
And she
whispers…
so my Friend cannot hear
The mans eyes show understanding
as he glances at my Friend.
it turns into a glare
His eyes find an enigma
of his mind; a Kinder, Darker Face
They move like sloths, as if
not to disturb and not to be noticed,
to the opposite corner as I
sit in disgust
My fries grow as cold as her heart.
An underlying prejudice has gone
unnoticed for too long. It’s become
so simple; grown so subtle, so ordinary
and everyday. do we choose to ignore it?
do we not even realize it?
I spoke my mind to the family
and I received a thanks from my Friend.
actually, i don't think i ever was.
but, i can promise to try. i know i have before.
i still think your name is the best.
so yeah, i mentioned you to someone yesterday. i work with a neil (not a neill, but still) and he isn't the greatest guy. another guy said, "no one named neil is ever cool."
that's when i proceeded to kick his shin (in a friendly way) and tell him one of the coolest (awesome, also) guys i know is named neill.
then he kicked me, but whatever.
true story!
thought i'd share.
you are awesome.
take care.
~kathryn
and by the way, i'm offended by you calling yourself awful, because i think you're rather awesome and really really cool. thus, you're saying my judgement in people is bad. so...shush. you're cool.
~katie