inspired by a bus ride
watching some people stare at a man but say nothing
this piece is in the perspective of the man experiencing it
Hoping that someone will see me
Dressed in hot pink
Neon green
Purple and yellow
Hoping that someone will see me
Eyes shift
Heads turn
Eyes roll
Nose turns
Up
As I walk by
No words come from my mouth
Teeth sucked
As I sit down
Zebra print scarf
Hair comb clip from the eighties
Jean jacket
No words
Just looks
Just loud offended faces
Hoping someone will open their eyes instead of closing them
Head shaking
Put on everything in my drawers
Just hoping that someone would see me
Stares
Glares and whispers
Nothing new to me
Clip in hair designed for Barbie
fit so perfectly on me
“Crazy” is my name
Or at least that’s what they call me
Or maybe it’s “eww”
I seem to have forgotten
Maybe it’s “what the hell?”
Who gives a damn
I express myself the only way I know how
Words exchanged
Handed out freely
“Hi how ya doin?”
No one asks me
No smiles
Just dirty looks
Distance as they scoot further away
They think they can treat me any kind of way
Longing to just talk
Just feel again
I walk over next to them
Shocked
Nothing to say, I guess
Nothing new
Just about to speak
But someone looks at them
they feel ashamed.
So, sorry no greeting today
I wish they would learn not to color
Their glasses in with lies and judgement before they open their eyes
I wish they wouldn’t banish me from society before they see
So I proceed along
Best person they’d meet
Happy
Clean
Nice
Friendly
Long story
Yesterday on repeat
Day after day
Looking for someone
Different
Hoping that someone will see me
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