The Cleaning Lady
In my office building they actually pretend
that she is not there.
Every day is the same,
brains switched to ignore,
I put my plastic smile away,
in the back of a filing cabinet,
broke the mold,
and said, “Hello!”
as she was empting the trash.
Her face lit up!
Smiling we talked for a while,
I asked where she was from,
(it could have been another city)
and she talked about the weather,
it was hot outside.
She had a cousin coming in from Chicago.
Those around us stared in horror,
as we treated each other with respect,
we were equals.
One of my co-workers stormed off in a huff,
mumbling to herself.
Grateful, we got back to work,
the whole exchange took about 2 minutes,
but it made my day.
For a few brief moments,
we were human beings,
melting the ice of western culture.
By the way, her name is Maria.
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