Why Didn't I Do Something Sooner?
To
The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month,
You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant,
And I wanted to say I'm sorry,
But I knew my words did not make up for it.
To
The old man on the bus standing in the aisle,
You called me a stupid American, and yelled at me to give up my seat,
And I honestly did not see you, and I didn't realize I was in the priority seat,
Why didn't I see you? Why didn't I realize?
Sorry doesn't cut it,
And sorry isn't the answer,
Why didn't I do something sooner?
How could I have been so unaware?
Where was my voice when I needed it?
To
The homeless person standing on the street corner,
You asked me for change, and I had none,
But I didn't even have the guts to look you in the eye and say
"I'm sorry."
To
All the people I've screwed over,
I'm sorry.
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