“There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.”
―Victor Hugo
Les Miserables
by Carmen H Gray
I stepped into the bright and hygienic restroom
In Saver’s
And there she was
Young and sad
Arms full with bags
A soiled backpack
Shamefaced
Because of the extra girth
Of her life’s possessions
And having used this public place
Of releasing waste
For cleaning herself in peace
I stepped into the stall
And found in my purse
A crumpled note
I’d written to myself
“You are worth it”
Along with five dollars
“Hey”
Was all I could manage to say
And I handed it to her
And stepped back into the stall
Shamefaced
That I complained
About anything today
Monarca Rising 