I see the tilt of your shoulders,
When you’re in a rush-

The impatience in your voice,
When you’re barking “medium dark roast”

I know you have a million places to be,
But at the moment, you’re in this one

Why not embrace your presence,
Rather than, expedite its exit

You are welcome to take up space,
Here and everywhere you go

To the girl who accusingly says,
“She made it wrong again”

I see that you have been deeply hurt,
And I hope you heal from that pain

When I see your impatience,
I see your fear

When I feel your judgement,
I feel your pain

You are human and so am I,
Can we not honor and treat each other as such?