Bully In the Canyon

She was a bully in the bathroom. Throwing her nose up in the air, and Showing her disdain. She made me feel a little less than myself. But, we all boarded the single engine eight seater— Together like a family. A confident sleuth with long, brunette curls, She shook and shivered as soon as we hit turbulence. I had witnessed a chameleon change from A bold black to a pusillanimous yellow. One plane ride closer to God showed all our true colors. I was the only Black on board.