Busses
Most kids ride the school bus twice a day
School buses don't often have wood stoves
or beds you can sleep the night away
Ours did though
More than once I lived in one
Some painted like a forest some with a double bunk
I once dreamed I was falling then I landed with a thunk
crying, mom picked me up
After the rat house and after the yurt
in a grove of trees my sister explained
about tampons and why she had no dad
in the same double storied cabin
on top of the bus I later froze one night
because I didn't know there were more blankets
and my mom was down below.
I didn't know of any other life beside
the woods, the school and rising tide
of thought that grew within me, wondering
why I felt so angry of the differences I felt inside
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