9/30 | I know the Kid | National Poetry Month 2018

For some inspiration I go to the market
I stand in a corner
and look at the people.

I try to think what made them come there
Are they really there to buy something
or are they there
because they know I am here.

I know many of them
I have seen them in the neighborhood

I see a woman with a kid
I know the kid, but not the woman

I walk up to them and ask
“can you buy me lunch?”

The woman looks at me
but turns and walks away

I know I am not mistaken,
I know the kid.

the kid looks like me.
but the woman is not my mother