Brown Bag

Who do you see when I walk in the door ?

When I walk down the street ?

What do you see ?

Do you see me ?

Or do you see skin color, hair texture, age, sex ?

Do you even hear me ?

Does my voice speak above my features ?

My mouth is moving but you don’t hear ,

I am working but you don’t see ,

Do you see me when you look at me ?

Do you see my life, my love my, experiences?

Or do you see what you want?

Hear what you want?

I am forced to walk with a bag over my head ,

Gloves on my hands, covered head to toe ,

Hide behind computer screens and anonymous names ,

All so that you think about the ME

What is under the brown bag ?

Hear the voice ,

See the work ,

Not the preconceived notions ,

Open up to new experiences,

Meet a new friend,

Give a hug ,

Listen ,

Understand,

Share,

Talk ,

Go ,

Do ,

Me,

You.