Some days I really like people.
Today, for example, I stepped beyond my bias
And befriended some co workers.
Their personalities were far more varied
And intricate than I had supposed.
We a let our guard down some,
And found that our the other was more similar
And more different than anticipated.
I heard across the way, a man, a black veteran
And a woman, an old white English teacher
Discussing Jazz and food.
I spoke about my weakness with cold
With a man, Nigerian born
Who assured me that despite my origins in sunny Texas
That he fared worse with cold.
We laughed at that as we stood
Waiting for the bus, in the snow,
Shivering.
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I would like to translate this poem
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