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He's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it People sit with their heads down Facing the red light Ignoring the loudest sound a human can hear Silence Trying to ignore the loudest vision we see The man on the median Without a home And he's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it The red light has paused us Forcing us to stop Some of us try to continue our motion Through our phones or radio But something has stopped Some of us are angry Feeling that he’s taking advantage of the pause Filling the pause And the silence With a picture Framed by our window That we didn’t ask for But he exists whether we see him or not The column of traffic Before the left turn Is filled with empathy, resentment, and judgment all at once The feelings running into each other Like waves of water Sloshing between the cars “Being homeless is a choice” “He didn’t ask to be homeless” And he's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it He used to have a home He lived in wealth And sitting in one of the cars before the red light Is a man that used to be without a home But the man on the median is happier somehow Not all men on medians are happy But somehow He is How strange He disturbs us because he is one of us A fellow human Living in a way we aren’t ~ JL
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
jade-louise
The Man on the Median
He's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it People sit with their heads down Facing the red light Ignoring the loudest sound a human can hear Silence Trying to ignore the loudest vision we see The man on the median Without a home And he's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it The red light has paused us Forcing us to stop Some of us try to continue our motion Through our phones or radio But something has stopped Some of us are angry Feeling that he’s taking advantage of the pause Filling the pause And the silence With a picture Framed by our window That we didn’t ask for But he exists whether we see him or not The column of traffic Before the left turn Is filled with empathy, resentment, and judgment all at once The feelings running into each other Like waves of water Sloshing between the cars “Being homeless is a choice” “He didn’t ask to be homeless” And he's singing a song with his eyes And everyone can hear it He used to have a home He lived in wealth And sitting in one of the cars before the red light Is a man that used to be without a home But the man on the median is happier somehow Not all men on medians are happy But somehow He is How strange He disturbs us because he is one of us A fellow human Living in a way we aren’t ~ JL
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