{i dreamt a dream and this is what she said}

I just wanted them to have something.
They didn't care about the photocopied instructions I handed out,
they didn't have paper to make the airplanes with.
I was uneasy around them not because they were homeless;
not because they were so many;
I was uneasy because I was different.
I had the audacity to make up my mind as to what was good
for them.
I never came to the conclusion that it wasn't about me
that I didn't have to change anybody -
couldn't change anybody.
Over and over again I thought,
"The airplanes won't fly, they won't fly.
No one is doing it right, no one is doing it at all.
If they just - if they - if, if, if,"
Men in dirty toques walked by me
and I became invisible because I wasn't part of their world.
I held the sheets of paper to my chest,
"They won't fly."