On the bus
On the bus
Loud, chaotic, busy
I sit and cling to the germ-ridden handle.
What are they thinking?
The people bustling by
A woman with her child
A street performer singing for change
A war vet riding to rehab.
This is what we see at a glance.
This is what we judge on.
That woman has just adopted that child. She's ecstatic and exhausted. Give her the seat.
That performer is scraping by for money. He's trying to buy an engagement ring for his girl.
That war vet is heading to rehab for the first time without his comrade.
We never truly know what's behind the stereotype.
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