Are We Too Busy to Notice?

No one notices no one cares about you girl, I say to myself as I have discovered. No one cares that you sleep in your car at night and hopes no one will come by again and take you out for a midnight plunge. That’s right who cares about the lonely girl on two separate occasions was raped by Wayne outstanding citizens. No one cares and the people looking at you in their hotel eating their food say ” I don’t know what to tell you when your tears of agony hit their fine linen on their tablecloths. As I prepare myself to leave I dry my eyes from the hurtful tears that have stung my face for the past month. I rubbed my bruise legs from the scars of the shameful piercing of rape and say who will care today? Who will see me as a person and not just another homeless person on the street or per say a car? Who will see today as a person who needs guidance and understanding? Not just another black face in the crowd? Who will see me today and have the courage to say I am not too busy?