A SILENT “OG”|I AM A POET
She looked at me as I
mumbled with
frustration because the bus was late.
She held herself
tightly because the bus was late
and she was cold.
She-
her gaze followed my every move
as I walked back and forth
irritated because the bus was late.
My chest was stiff and my face,
though restless was resting.
a tightened jaw, a shaky bad eye,
and furrowing brows.
She looked at me again and
She held herself tighter
for what she saw in me made her colder.
Her gaze was always at my core
as I tried to run away and hide
She said nothing but asked everything.
My spirit, though present within
was fatigued.
awaiting death,
dreading the mundane,
and afraid of people like her.
She can see me!
she will never know my name
but she knows something
I do not.
the old woman at the bus stop
told me to take ease.
Voice of Cheyanne Alisha Smith
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