you speak your holy words out loud on our
subway and stare your judgement at me.
if i told you which gods i prayed to
or why, would you respect me any
more or any less? would my
words roll differently
into your ears? if i
hiss at the power
of my brown god? would
you scoff at my sungodblessed
golden brown soul? if i blessed you
with my namaste would your heart open
to the abundance? would the core of you unfold?