Interest Rate Poem by Sida
I sit in a coffee shop Music plays slowly in the background AC is quiet I feel the coolness over my body Erykah Badu plays in the background The room vibrates The beat of the drums and bass guitar But on my mind is not music But a plan to write something adequate I search endlessly for an idea to rise I consider a very boring topic I call interest rate It has been on my mind lately But these past few days My mind has been away Stuck in a parallel universe Not wanting to engage with anyone or anything I can’t commit to anything Nothing seems to hold my interest Long enough for me to smile Everything is fleeting Isn’t a loan supposed to be an act of compassion An act of kindness To someone desperately in need Why add to the debt To someone already down on their lock Why not be a good Samaritan Offer help without compounding interest Is interest to increase wealth To someone who already has it Can we be better to our brothers and s...