Mr Cancilla 
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Re: “Let's not let Charleston become Myrtle Beach

Way to be one sided! Oh, you must be one of those people who cater to the minorities. One rotten apple does NOT spoil the bunch! The following poem might open your eyes, but it sounds like they have been closed for a while...but give it a try.


I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery line.

But, you didn’t see me; put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate

Last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.

But, you didn’t see me, playing Santa in the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn’t see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for

The hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.

But, you didn’t see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt

Out of the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn’t see me, when I took time off from work to run toys

To the homeless.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But, you didn’t see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves

To those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn’t see me, cry as my children were born had have their name

Written over and over in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn’t see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn’t see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn’t see me, pat my child’s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But, you didn’t see me, squeeze my wife’s leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn’t see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go

On his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light to save a few minutes of time.

But, you didn’t see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn’t see me, leave the road. . .

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn’t see me. I wasn’t there.

I saw you; go home to your family.

But, you didn’t see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. . . .

A person with friends and family too.

Posted by Mr Cancilla on March 11, 2009 at 12:51 PM
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