Gold Grill

Hey! I yelled in a tone angry and dismissive

Then took a moment to digest what I had just witnessed

The back of an old, fat, bald white man between the legs of a black teen

In a bathroom at the mall, it was the strangest scene

Confused as I saw another dude rush to wash his hands and go

I waited to get both of their attention – WTF!  I had to know

What should I do, what could I say?

How could this happen in the middle of the day?

My curiosity was soon fed

When the old man turned around, here’s what he said…

‘This is my f@+$!#g business and you need to mind yours!’

The young man had a huge gold grill, the diamond letters spelled ‘George’

He handed the guy a huge wad of $20’s, he counted it with no gloves

The old man’s finger nails and hands were so dirty that I wished he’d had just sold him drugs

George ignored us both still staring in the mirror smilin’

The old man was humming, but I was still willin’

George was hypnotized by the shine of grill in the mirror as I watched in horrid fright

I was flabbergasted, I guess the old man was right

The rest of the day was a blur and I couldn’t sleep that night

As I watched them leave the bathroom I felt sad for them both

The next day I volunteered to tutor kids to mentor and inspire hope.