Yesterday, on my way to class,
I took the bus.
Because of overcrowding(and fear of panic)
I regretted my decision, all in a rush.
Situations like that make me feel out of body,
out of control.
My body grew sweaty immediately.
People around, unfamiliar faces, all staring.
Someone pulled the lever, a stop signaling.
It was my building, my stop.
I whispered a meek, excuse me.
But no one heard my plea.
So as not to be rude, (as I was always taught)
I did not raise my voice
I did not raise my voice like
that time when you went inside of me.
I had no choice.
I thought it was the polite thing to do.
again I cried out, in what I thought was more than a hush,
Excuse me, please.
Get out (of my way) please.
But my voice seemed to go unheard.
I elbowed my way, forcefully through the crowds.
I barely made my way out, when driver yelled out after me,
"Next time speak up!"
It made me wonder
why is it i don't know how to use my voice?
:(... but it feels real. i cixed my phone(ish). i think i like this one.
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