An Ode to the Jerk at the Elevator
All I wanted from you was simple:
Hold the door.
Let me in.
Scan me up.
Simple motions that you were already taking for yourself.
Add in another human being
And of course the whole task changes.
You would have to share the Elevator.
With a stranger.
For who knows how many floors!
(The most possible?
One, two, three, four, five.
Five floors in the entire building.)
What agony that must be!
I would hate to put you through this experience that I’m sure you’ve had
And time again.
I’m sure if you read this you would say,
Because that’s what people on your position are supposed to say.
“Nothing personal” is supposed to make up for your actions.
Just a hint:
Because of your last know of kindness,
I had to walk up the stairs,
To the very top floor,
Because I couldn’t scan myself up.
The stairs winded me
And I couldn’t breathe by the time I reached my landing.
All because you didn’t want to share the Elevator.
It’s not that you didn’t see me coming
Or didn’t hear me.
I know you did.
Your eyes connected with mine
As the doors continued to close.
I put my hand onto stop it,
But you must’ve done something,
Pushed that extra little button,
Because they kept on closing.
But they gave in to the touch of your finger.
You had more power than I
And you left me in the dust.
Don’t tell me you wanted personal space
Or that strangers scare you.
The Elevator is for the use of the entire building,
And few know fear of strangers like I do.
It isn’t much to ask,
To beg you to hold the door for the young woman struggling to enter.
I know we know no chivalry
In this broken world of ours,
But I thought we still had common courtesy
To help pave our paths.
But more and more,
I seem to find
That the opposite is true.
Our world is falling,
And it’s taking us with it too.
Unlike the Jerk who stopped the doors
And thus kept me from the Elevator,
I beg us all to find within ourselves
That piece we all are missing.
Because it is in uniting
That we will become strong.
Not in blocking Elevator doors.
Prompt: Write a poem to a person who made you angry.