The bus
He got on the bus,
Immediately they stare,
He pays,
The driver increases the fare,
He can't complain,
He doesn't want to walk in the rain
The bus is full,
Except for one seat,
Next to an elderly white woman,
She puts her bag on the seat,
The black boy sighs in defeat
At the next stop,
A white man comes on,
The woman removes her bag,
Like she didn’t just commit an act of racism
She smirks at him,
Knowingly,
He internalises this,
She smiles victoriously
For him it is only the beginning
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