buses (4/30)

Packed
Shoulder to shoulder
Onto this
Hellhole of a moving vehicle

Too close to breathe
Too close to move
Still avoiding each others idiosyncrasies

Stage center
Declaring her ignorance
Rocawear jeans and clean-cut forces
Singing at the top of her lungs
Songs of rage

On the back of the bus,
none the less,
exactly where they want her.

DISCLAIMER!
We are not all like this.

And would I jump across this public form of
transportation to stab her straight and
obliterate this source of mediocrity?

No.

That would only
Kill my pride
And let them know
I’m just as her