Prejudicial Vote
Chicks,
Parading around in their tight jeans
In front of me
Some friendly
Some not.
Some will say outright,
What do you want?
One says,
That was brash.
I'm just here to vote, Miss.
Am I at the right station?
She inspects my voter ID.
We don't like your kind,
She says to me.
She then hands me a ballot.
Mister
Or,
Madam
President.
I cast my ballot.
I made my choice.
It's my vote.
It's my voice.
Upon leaving,
I said to the girl in tight jeans,
Bigot!
Copyright © Joe Lopez | Year Posted 2012
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