Ordinary People by London O’Connor
“This is our day in the park, filled with your ordinary people. That man over there… black suit, green tie… cuts through this park every day. He’s always goin’, goin’ over figures, goin’ too fast, goin’ right into this boy, goin’… ‘I don’t got time…’ and, goin’ on his way. There’s this boy turned face-down in the park, who turned over on the wrong side of the bed today. Thinks the people in the park are all the same, fake, pretending to have it all together. He’s never felt what it’s like to fall together, it’s just others pushing him down. ‘Hey brother, what’s wrong with your face?’ ‘None of your business.’ She goes to her business. A Starbucks, thinking about her brother she can’t figure’t out. Black suit, green tie, comes in for coffee. Get drink, get out. Maybe he… fell. ‘My papers!’ ‘I’m sorry…’ He’s a regional manager. She loses her job. What is she apologizing for? For life? It’s not her fault. It’s just her part. Everyone gets to extend their hand and everyone gets to leave their mark. And it’s life… of ordinary… people.”
-London O’Connor
