Marble Floors

I sneak out of my room

Tiptoe on marble tile

Make my way to the glass door

I slide it open to take in the view

The sun rising above the waves

I make my king size bed

Pull open the curtains of my windows

To let the light in

That's when I see their house

How they're hanging laundry out to dry

Preparing for a days' work

I'm four floors up in a condo

It's gated, to keep me safe

To keep them out

In my country I'm in poverty

A teacher - working tirelessly for meager pay

How do you make it? They ask me there

With a job that can't afford me to live alone

Here I wake in luxury

I sunbathe beside the pool

With my American dollars

And my white skin

High above the rest

Paying for a sunrise

Next time I travel

I want to walk beside the local people

Or I don't want to go at all