Amy is your name.

We sit
at Starbucks
with 3 other
ladies.
Amy starts
to ask me questions
about my job.
Do I like it?
What could I do
better?
Why I Left my
Last store?
good questions.
I give my answers.
As I talk ,
she talks over me.
That is all well
and good she
says, but...
And she starts
talking.
I am not listening.
What she is saying
just is not right.
I know it.
So I pretend to
listen.
As she talks the
other ladies
chirp in
like trained
little birds.
Clapping,
smiling,
whopping.
They are all
layered up
with jewelry
and makeup
so thick.
Her hair,
I really do not
think it would
move.
As she is talking
about the way
people look.
I am sick.
It is not about
heart,
performance
or growth.
Its all
about image.
I hate it.
I look at her.
What kind of life
does she have?
Would she help
a homeless person
on the street?
Would she work at
a soup kitchen,
without all that crap
on?
Does she know
that all the stuff she
is wearing could feed
a whole family?
She seems
brainwashed.
Does she have
her own thoughts?
If she does is she
allowed to express
them?
Watching her
I mumble
something
about ending
world hunger.
What did you say?
The birds stop
chirping, all
the ladies look
my way
and my heart stops.
Oh ....I respond.
I am hungry..
sorry ,
I laugh and smile.
They all laugh.
We are too, '
they say..
but just drink
green tea.
it makes you lose
weight
and you will
look better
in the clothes.
I smile.
As we leave
I wonder
if God is
Watching.
If he is
I am embarrassed.
I could
be doing
so much more
for the world.
From this
day forward
I will Remember
Amy.
I do not
want to turn
out like her.
I will
make sure I
do not.