Cindi Silva Poetry

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homelessness|

The news tickler announced

The problem of sidewalks and homelessness

to be addressed; later

When will later come?

If not now then …

When will more jobs be created

with sufficient pay for survival?

When will people in need of shelter

be coupled with an empty foreclosed home?

When will families unable to work

be allowed to stay in their homes?

When is the United States’ share of 58% of

the $1.19 trillion dollars misappropriated

globally for killing be used for living?

The news commentator didn’t realize the

Problem wasn’t an unsightly sidewalk

and the question, “Spare change.”

The problem is survival with nowhere to call home

Cindi Silva

1/22/13

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Mindfulness Walks| The Market|

The market down the street from us

Has seen 4 owners; since I first became aware of it

Nearly 20 years ago

The most recent owners were seldom there

It was a family owned business I was told

They appeared from out of nowhere and

Disappeared in the same way

The staff always courteous; friendly; kind

When the most recent change of ownership took place

About 4 years ago right about the time my marriage ended

And we moved down the street

Wait – the owners before the current owners were still there

The shelves were stocked; reasonably fresh produce;

The freezers didn’t leak gallons of water on the linoleum

And the pasty looking guy that always wore Giants t’s still worked there;

But I digress …

I noticed the business hours were changed effective January 2, 2013

First hint of something was happening although I really

Didn’t pay much attention then

The guy with the bald head somewhere in his twenties

With the tat sleeve on his right arm hadn’t been there for a while

He was my favorite clerk

The guy he replaced, Wally, a member of the family, had started

A pizza restaurant somewhere else in San Francisco

A week later when we were walking by

The wallpaper-sized ad inside the wall-sized window

Was gone; and I noticed a sign “everything 20% off”

First sale I’d ever seen in 20 years

Curiosity made me go inside

The most recent new hire wasn’t smiling

He didn’t seem like his typical self

He was being watched by a man seated in a chair by the

Front door

Resembling the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man

In both appearance and intelligence

Very nosy and wearing a black jacket

One large word across the front – SECURITY

I asked the clerk I had come to know

What’s going on?  Who’s that guy?

Referring to the guy wearing the black “Security” jacket

I’ve never ever seen a security guard looking like he did

“He’s from the bank,” my store friend answered

“What do you mean?”

I heard myself ask

The answer was very brief

“I hope when the new owners come I can keep my job.”

I walked outside and a white guy with an odd hat

Followed me out and tried to seem nonchalant

As he asked me questions about the market

More like, how did I feel about the market

Did I go there often things of that nature

After a while of my barely answering his questions White

Hat guy seemed oddly interested in how much liquor the store sold

(was it lacking a liquor license and shut down I wondered)

Also odd the fact he continued to walk down the street with me

as if we were together; or old friends

When he could tell I didn’t know anything

He turned around and headed back towards the store

Today I went back in and asked Stay Puft Marshmallow Man

Still seated next to the front door

What was going on; I didn’t expect him to answer

He answered in such a strange way he led me to believe

The owners were more than just filing bankruptcy

It was an unusual situation

Not sure what that meant

They had 6 businesses; they “sunk” four of them

They weren’t going to be back

(Deported I wondered)

There are so many illegal aliens here now

The angry Stay Puft Marshmallow Man ranted

Taking our jobs away from us

Still I listened

Obama’s making thing worse

(of course, Stay Puft would feel that way

At first I thought  he worked for the bank – maybe an auditor and not a

Security guard; then I realized maybe he was working for someone else

and hoping someone would be returning; highly unlikely)

When I couldn’t stand the hatred in his voice any longer

I left … Hmmm, not sure I’ll ever find out what really happened

Pretty sure I won’t be seeing the owners again; or

Anyone that once worked at the store

that didn’t speak English as their first language

Cindi Silva

1/20/13

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I have a dream|

I Have a Dream|

To Martin Luther King, Jr|

We have come so far

But we have not yet come far enough

So much has changed since your speech

Yet so much remains the same

I Have a Dream

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

Will have true meaning and no longer be denied

I am waiting for the day

When we are all truly treated equal

Our gender, sexual orientation and

the color of our skin will bear no bias;

racial; gender and sexual orientation profiling will finally end;

A black man can run out of a store

Without raising thoughts of suspicion

No one will ever be stopped walking down the street

and forced to show proof that they are indeed an American citizen

Parents will not be separated from their children and deported

No one will be looked at as a terrorist

Because of certain facial features they were born with

Instead we will all blend in

No one will feel the need to propagate fear

And purposely under-educate our children

Any and all weapons will be archaic

Forgotten like the history lessons of the past

Which are now being recorded as untrue; tainted with hypocrisy and hate

Communication and love will unite us and keep us together

And the question in every child’s mind will be

What was the purpose of violence and war

Our brothers and sisters will no longer have to live on the streets

Frightened, hungry, unbathed, sick, alone; and

No single parent family will ever have to ration food again; or

Wonder where the next meal will come from;

Nor forfeit buying their child a warm jacket; clothes that fit; or

Replace a pair of duct taped shoes to pay the rent

A time when insurance companies; corporate greed and money

No longer are the ruling class; the people’s voice is finally heard

I have a dream that people will evolve and learn from the painful

mistakes of the past

Religious differences will finally be resolved as kindness will replace religion

I have a dream one day together we will occupy humanity; and

Forever after be known as one people; humankind

Cindi Silva

1/19/13

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Dreams|

You asked me what I was thinking

Was I dreaming again

You asked me why I sat there

seemingly motionless

You grinned

I dream of rebuilding what I’ve lost

My health, my home, good cheer

I saw the opened drawer today

filled with bras; I felt a tear

I dream of a day when cancer

will be cured

I dream of a day when I will have again

a car, a house, a job; and

hope to live a much longer life

while watching my children living theirs

I dream one day it will be safe again

to send a child to school

I dream of a better future

Right now I dream of a better year

Cindi Silva

1/17/13

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Living in Glass Houses|

When will you get it

You in your fancy glass houses

2 cars parked in the garage

You with your high paying jobs

Medical insurance benefits and 401ks

Plenty of food on the table

No need to ration this week’s food

fasting by choice

while others spend  their days hungry

Plenty of cash in the bank

while others lay awake at night

wondering where they’ll get the money

to pay this month’s rent

Your children have new clothes

and brand named shoes that fit

While others send their children to school

mending tears in their clothes again

duct taping the holes in their worn out shoes

A lifetime of hard work can be lost in a minute

Then what would you do

Cindi Silva

1/17/13

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perspective|

Seated a table away

to my left

I heard the boy about 6 or 7

ask how much the snack was

The father answered almost $19

The innocent boy quickly answered

that’s not much

I looked up from the table

enjoying a modest snack with my son;

and sipping a free cup of water

and smiled

the boy’s father smiled back at me

Explaining $20 is a lot of money

Depending on how much money you make an hour

I guess that was for my ears

The boy asked his dad

How long would it take for you to make $20

The father answered his son about 10 minutes

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