Excuse me sir. Can you
tell me how I got here?
No, I don’t mean ‘here’
this physical spot. I mean
‘HERE’, this place in my life.
No? Of course not.
You know why?
Because you don’t
KNOW ME. We have never
met before this minute.
You don’t know my story,
or the place of my birth,
where or how I was raised.
You have never been in my
home or eaten at my table.
You DON”T KNOW how
I treat my wife or love
my kids or respect my elders.
You have no idea about my work
ethic or how I do my job. BUT, I will
tell you this — so that you will know —
I did not get here on your back or
anyone else’s; I did not step on your
toes or cut you off or treat you poorly.
I did not steal from you or take food
from your mouth or harm your family.
I have WORKED my ASS off to get
HERE! THAT is a good part of what
I do and who I am.
No sir. You do NOT know me. So,
do not JUDGE me or try and tell
me what I should or should not DO.
And I will return the favor. Because
I do not KNOW you either.
Written for dVerse Poets prompt for a spoken word poem. And, yes, I do feel a little better. What a day.