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
Categories: Poetry
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