Who is this woman sitting across from me on the bus? She weighs about 125 lbs, pregnant, and has a tattoo on her neck. Of a name. Propobly a lover. Maybe the father? Her face, pointy, and beautiful. Do you know what I mean? Perfect skin, that pulls tight against her little skull, filled with some kind of ideas. She's ghetto or something. I get the feeling she's ghetto. A ghetto princess, riding on this bus, her chariot, everyone is looking at her, staring at her, because she is like a vision. Well at least I am staring at her. I wish I could be her, or be with her, or become her.
She has these three tear drops tattoed near her right eye. She's crying. Forever. Imagine yourself crying forever.I want to hold her.I want to make her stop crying .
Is that normal, is that normal that I want to follow this woman I don't know at all off the bus and ask her who made her pregant? What if she knew that some flighty 20 something was talking about her weeks after seeing her?
Crying forever.
Maybe there is a reason we should all be crying forever. Life hurts, it hurts sometimes. And even it doesn't hurt us in the moment, somewhere, somewhere in the world someone is hurting. Maybe she's crying for them.
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Maybe she had the tear drops because someone she knew had been killed. Maybe she does not know who made her pregnant and that name on her neck, of a lover who left her for the next best thing. Maybe those tear drops are for her mistakes that she made but covers them up with emotion. maybe you look and steer at this girl with pre-conceived notions and you should just not look at her at all.
posted by. CJM.... lol love you
Maybe she had the tear drops because someone she knew had been killed. Maybe she does not know who made her pregnant and that name on her neck, of a lover who left her for the next best thing. Maybe those tear drops are for her mistakes that she made but covers them up with emotion. maybe you look and stair at this girl with pre-conceived notions and you should not look at her at all.
posted by. CJM.... lol love you
This is why I love public transit. There was once a man I sat next to on the subway who told me that I could figure out how many summers I had left to live by taking the number 83 and subtracting my age. It was an incredible incredible meeting.
Or you could just meet people in dunkin donuts doing spoken word performances for old men and strangers you might be lucky enough to meet twice! (guess!)
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