Black or white Native or immigrant Man or woman
I see them
Equally beg on streets Shooting up crack Sell their bodies
I see them all
Rich or poor Hungry or full Naked or clothed
I see them all as
Equally full of fear Good and evil at will Surviving another day
I see them all as humans.
Sometimes I'd prefer to live with trees.
Then I realize they see me, as I see them.
I wish they are the trees.