19 Minutes
Drowned out by the agitatedly silence
Praying for smooth ride without robbery and violence
Hidden insults, crooked meanings, rude and harsh words
Meaningless sounds created just to be heard
Tapestries on the back of blue and white bus seats like plastic scars
I only have to travel 8 stops that’s not to far
Gum wrappers, old candy, ear plugs, and unfinished homework littered the floor
I constantly hear the squeaky back doors
The red bus # 35 brakes
My balance shakes
The lady next to me asked, Mister where are you from?
Baltimore, my next reply Miss do you have enough room?
Some forceful usual pushing
Nearby drama and fussing
Why is that 7 year old cussing?
Overcrowded people rudely squeezing on their way to the back
Kids don’t even care to take off their knapsacks
It feels like I am the only person truly alive
I only have 19 minutes to survive
Finally my stop is next
I'm here that's the message I just texted
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