On the 74 out of town
On the 74 out of town
Towards Home
A young woman came on
Her lips were full and African
Her nose not as much
Her skin was the mocha of diaspora
She sat down and unwrapped her pink headscarf
Dotted with butterflies
Letting fall her long luxurious hair
Her bag spilled onto the seat until she found
The black thin scarf
Which pulled tight around her head in tradition
The contents of her bag went back
Content between two worlds
As she relaxed prepared for Home
I smiled that I was in on the conspiracy
She smiled that her story was not yet told
Mar 3rd, 2009 at 10:39 am
I love the story told in free verse. But it is sad to. The physical consequences of not showing up at home in the black headscarf could be very scary for this young beautiful women.
Mar 10th, 2009 at 5:09 am
Thankfully, the scarf was the only article of clothing she was changing in/out of on the bus.