Used To It

On one of my Mid-Market forays I dipped into the Tenderloin -a few blocks north of Market Street.  I find it a profoundly uncomfortable place, in other words, a wonderful place to practice being open and aware, and to watch all of my fears and judgements.  This particular day, an event called 4 Corners Friday was taking place and the streets were filled with blue T-shirts and friendly faces.  At one corner I met a woman who is a teacher at De Marillac Academy who handed me a beautiful book of poetry written by 8th grade students.  The poems are very touching in their honesty and perspective.  Here is one from a young man named Julian Cisneros.