Thursday, August 14, 2014

the seed

a little asian girl walked hand and hand down the street with her father.
she stared at this homeless man, slumped down, defeated, a shell of existence.
she stared at him, mouth agape, hand loosening from her father and her little body tensed and stayed still.
this was the moment
she decided what kind of person she wanted to be and she lept.
she shuffled around reaching for her pocket, walking towards the man
she stared
she scurried towards him, grasping onto her prize, determined, knowing…
this man needs my prize, my money, and she went
her father grabbed her arm quickly and hastily, pulling her back into the crowd and she lunged
he rattled off adult words and overtook her characteristic gesture.
she faught what little strength she had, she kicked.
her father took her back and her eyes stared
she stared and i hoped so hard that she kept that part of her, and that she would keep it forever.
regardless of the world she would always hope and see.