I Would Put A New Feather In My Altruist Hat, But I Donated It To A Naked Bird.

You, the old woman who poked me, hard, in the small of my back, and snapped, "Why the hell would you give him your money? It only encourages them to beg more, fucker!" when I gave that man a dollar, are old.
You are old, so you believe that you have the God-given right to see the worst in people, and, subsequently, to change my view.
But, I, the young woman you poked, hard, in the small of my back, am young.
I am young, so I believe that I have the God-given right to see the best in people, and, subsequently, to change the world.