Old.Woman.On.Park.Bench
there are soft and kind eyes
sitting next to me on a park bench,
an elderly old black woman, who is crocheting a blanket
i stare at her and her wrinkled face
that has clearly seen darker days
and her eyes that have braved the winds of change; unblinkingly
Her body, that has faced a million swear words
Her body, that produced 2 children
who went to school with other differently colored children
who both married people their mother did not expect
Through the marches, through the protests
through the death of a husband
She learned segregation from the soul of a loved one
and she runs free, and she runs unopposed
I would vote this woman mayor
Because she has forgotten greed
And remembers only family and truth
Only necessity
but most of all, she knows that all God’s children
Deserve a blanket of security
So that is why she crochets
