POET HUBITO

Rookie (1/30/40 / LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY)

Don'T Touch - Poem by POET HUBITO

Nobody touches you
In your gated community,
Where wealthy live
Behind six foot walls,
Heavy doors,
Grated windows,
Wired to detect anyone
About to touch you,
To kill you,
To steal from you,
To help you,
To love you.

You lock SUV doors,
And click your ass in a seat belt
Before starting engine,
Before leaving garage,
Before on the street,
Where nobody can touch you.

Parked for light to change
A black man lost a foot
On the tracks,
Begs for help.
You stare away,
So he can’t touch you.

Your housekeeper can’t lock her door.
You’re angry about poverty’s filth,
Maria never cleaning the house right,
Greeting you with “Hola”,
climbing in your back seat,
So she can’t touch you.

Maria carries packages,
You wear gold Cartiers
Carrying a Louie Vitton to fill
Your touchless canyons with Neiman Markus
Bragging rights stuff
Others can’t touch,

Until tragedy happens,
And you’re screaming for help.
A black man comes to your rescue.
You fear his touch,
But time vanishes
Risking life to touch you

To safety to struggle to mend,
To understand being touch,
Like rage melts with snow,
As you embrace a burning trashcan,
Hugging life.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 2, 2005



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