Accused

A woman in the store said she Had falsely been accused. The situation seemed to be Not easily defused. She claimed a sales clerk followed her And looked inside her bag To see if possibly there was An item she did snag. The argument was getting loud; I couldn’t help but hear. The back and forth was jarring In the store’s chic atmosphere. I paid and left – I’ll never know The end of that dispute. It made me wonder how I’d feel With sales clerks in pursuit. For profile victims have to boil With anger to the hilt, Just knowing others look at them, Imagining their guilt. That woman might be innocent Or possibly, a thief; But I’ll admit, not being her, I walked out with relief.