Somewhere Over the Rainbow

In a lonely airport somewhere—Charlotte, I believe,
There is a restroom.
In this restroom is a black attendant;
Inside this black attendant lives a voice that sounds like coffee
And feels like velvet.

She only sings when no one sees.
Those in the stalls listen, captivated,
Too embarrassed to flush.
I was powdering my nose when I first heard her;
I paused out of respect, then wonder.

The bathroom had grown holy
A place where tired angels sing
And white people sit.
Tears formed as she finished and
“Why, oh why, can’t I?” floated through the air, unaswered.

I stood to leave
Washed my thankful hands,
Gathered my cornucopia purse, full of blessings.
I walked past the tip jar, paused, then left—
Empty and ashamed.

About Katelyn Jane Folmar

Katelyn is a first-year MATC student with a restless heart and tiny, grounded feet. She takes pictures and writes poems to clear the sleep from her eyes.

Katelyn Jane Folmar

Katelyn is a first-year MATC student with a restless heart and tiny, grounded feet. She takes pictures and writes poems to clear the sleep from her eyes.

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