A Normal Day For Me
Tugged out of my state of blissfulness
Painfully aware of what's to come
I arise from the clouds above
Hot Pellets of water awaken my
Pleading,
Tired extremities
And dull garments
Cover them up
I stand as my hand wraps around the pole
And the cart sways me back and fourth
Pressed up against someone in a suit
Pushed into another my age
Stepping on someone's shoes
Droning out everything else
with headphones that play familiar tunes
Insulted by someone's smells
And advertised a pair of boobs
This is only the beginning
It starts at Union square
and continues on foot to 18th
Hundreds of other students
struggle to order a
bacon, egg and cheese
The soles of my feet protest each step
As I drag them up four flights
I'm suffocating in this room that goes against my rights
I struggle to stay awake as the teachers voice mulls on
My face brightens up,
when the bell is rung
And this is a normal day for me
Just press repeat
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A/N
Some days feel longer than others.....
But this is a brief look into my day as a High school student in NYC.
Comment where you live in the world. :)
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Chronicles of a Nigerian American
PoetryA lil poetry for your soul, to empower, uplift and inform. It entails what it's like to be a black girl in America. The poems are not in any particular order, skip around as your heart may desire. ****Picture in cover is not my art
