Hypothetically speaking, if
Poverty is an institution
Created to perpetuate the illusion that equality is fair
game
And everyone has identical exposure to opportunities but
Its circumstance and motivation that aren't the same
Would you change your mind about what you deserve?
Let public opinion deceive you into believing that you’re a
degenerate statistic and only want people to hand you a second chance without
so much as a broken back to prove you’re willing to work for it
How much would it take to convince you?
That you aren’t worth the ground you sleep on, that others
will not go out of their way
And that any government assistance that is available is
locked away, waiting for someone who isn't a felon
But your caseworker never bothered to ask you,
because if he had,
you would have told him that you only did it because you had
too,
Palms covered in Band-Aids from attempting to pull yourself
out of the hole you dug yourself into, and you’ll admit to it, because you’re
not exempt from making mistakes but sometimes all it takes is someone
considerate,
With a listening ear
Look at him without fear, like a person and not a liability,
he is not your property used to accrue the wealth that you’ll only share for
tax write offs in late May
he is your
Local Neighborhood Street wanderer
That man your daughter stares at as you clinch her hand
tighter when you walk by without eye contact because your guilt would compel
you to do something because we are built that way, ignoring it allows our hearts
to decay
Because it is in all of us to make our arms parallel to the
ground and reach out when we see tears fall from wounded eyes
But the media has left us deprived of perspective. It’s
merely a hypothetical of course
Just some thoughts my mind wondered by when I bought a guy a
subway sandwich and he told me he couldn’t work because no one would hire him
because he had an enlarged heart and 1 lung
That he served in Vietnam twice and that he had been waiting
on his disability for the last 3 years, subjected to the life of a caveman
living in the woods while sleeping in a hut built of what he could find behind
the rest of us, his dreams have been repressed to simply wanting clean water
I’m just saying ya’ll, I realized
Every conclusion I drew, was based on an invalid presumption
about something someone else didn’t understand
And I didn’t bother to ask any questions and like you, never
reach out my hand
Left me to believe that this generalized group of people all
thought the same way when in fact none of us are all the same, everyone is an
individual and everyone has a different story, what we all have in common is
pain
And I guess that’s why this is just a hypothetically,
because I know if this was true we would do so much better than allow ourselves
to slowly un-glue the intimate fibers that keep us humble because of something
insipid like social status
The simplicity of love can be overwhelming sometimes and I
know
That we are not that indifferent to each other’s struggle, we
are not so cold that giving the scarf off our neck would cause frost bite to
warmness of our hearts that shout I care about you, we can’t be because if we
were, this poem wouldn't be a hypothetical
It would be the truth, and it’s ugly
By Renay