The Homeless Girl
Posted on 07. Sep, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Honor
There was a moment of servitude when I faltered amongst the dark cobblestone path
You were a man of great stature strolling through the lilacs
I was a woman of such insignificant ideas that even my own eyes looked down upon me
Yet when you found me collecting my thoughts, kneeling in the rain as no one heard my tears
You looked at me, no, into me
And it was the first time in my life that I was real
You didn’t say a word, but the manner in how you approached me meant everything
To you I was a lady worthy of your kindness, rather than the homeless girl everyone ignored
For a moment, I felt as though I had the right to cry without being disgraced
I was not a girl nor a woman to you. I was an equal that deserved respect I had never been given
In my most honest thoughts, I believed I would never be given anything so kind
I was simply trained to accept that I was not worthy of such childish dreams
Yet you were there, when I faltered amongst the dark cobblestone path
You offered your hand and I accepted, not knowing why anyone would be kind
I was left breathless from the charm of your brisk suit, or perhaps the simple smile you gave me
I don’t know why, but that night changed everything for me
It gave me hope, the childish dream that kind actions could be expected
And when you were gone, your simple act of compassion inspired me to become more