When she shuffles into
your church, your bar,
your school or café
today with unkempt
greasy hair and
ancient smells
so stiff and thick
they shock and sting
your offended
upturned nose --
Will you gaze into her
crusted eyes and see
yourself reflected there
hungry and all alone,
or will you thank your
stars above or your
special pseudo-god
for your job, your car
and healthy kids,
your successful friends
and well-stocked,
heated home,
as you falsely
buy what you
tell yourself
that it's ok
to turn
away?
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