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(!descriptions of fires and burning buildings!)
A POEM ABOUT BEING A GOOD PERSON
--nadia billings
tomorrow I will wake up
in My lovely bed
and cover My eyes when the sun hits My face.
I will walk down the street
and smile at the people who live next door
who someday, will love Me enough to say hello.
after I buy My daily coffee, the tip will clatter loudly
into the jar on the counter
(a whole dollar).
My face will burn red
and I will appear to be very embarrassed.
the bus is often cramped and loud,
but I don't mind-- it's the beauty of a bustling city like this one
I am lucky to share a life with these lovely people on My bus
and tomorrow, I will say a silent prayer for the woman on crutches
who will stand next to My seat.
I will skip down the street and sing at the top of My lungs.
the room will light up when I walk in
And I will make a point to tell everyone I see
how much I value them.
and when disaster strikes at the office--
when some idiot forgets to turn off the kettle in the breakroom,
I will be there.
I will throw Myself into the fire and wrap My arms around the burning bodies
like a mother clutching her only daughter
I will drag the idiots by their wrists and ankles
and hair
I will beg them to stand
and tell them how to stay alive
and perhaps I will cry.
when I have made it out and the last beam has fallen
they will all look at Me
through the smoke
and cover their eyes when it hits their faces.
they will look at Me with smoke in their hair and eyes shiny with tears
and they will be afraid.
I will glow like the embers around Me and they will fan My flame
flock to Me and gaze at Me with so much love in their eyes.
security blanket around My shoulders and water in hand, My new lovers will gather,
touching and holding and listening to Me
"I couldn't save them" I will say.
(they couldn't save themselves.)
and My lovers will cry
because they know I tried so very hard
and perhaps I will cry
because I know they are watching.
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