On the Street

He wasn’t pleased I didn’t deign to pause
and let him canvass me to give or sign.
His “don’t you care about black women” clause
exasperated me. I can refine
objection – I don’t quarrel with the cause –
but I object to wasted words. A line
should be effective, conscientious, styled.
But I was whitely elderly profiled.

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