They can make me out to feel unworthy,
some hold judgments, quiet grievances,
I can read it within their body language,
their subtle nuances.
They know me not from a piece of fruit,
a bar of soap,
a bough among many,
thus why throw upon me offence when I am here
to spend my precious pennies?
Personal thoughts easily read,
tones to be heard and analysed quickly,
treat us all equally.
I am not here to waste
their time nor mine,
my presence is valid,
treat me respectfully,
a smile can come so easily,
construct it,
share it freely.
Perhaps due to untoward vibrations I’ll walk away,
sale-less, the counter is devoid of chatter, notes and change,
maybe I would have purchased
but with the feelings lingering
I’ll withdraw,
nothing in hand,
only ill feelings felt and carried away,
perhaps throughout the morning they’ll be grasped.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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