Life Just Ain't a Broadway Musical

Breakfast today – you trippin’?
missed the free donut and Tang
‘cause we caught the bus late, again,
switched rides on 17th,
jammed between suits with cell phones,
my sister couldn’t reach her feet to the floor,
or set her books on her lap, too squished,
now pain poundin’ our bellies.

Bus haults, we squirm, their quick eyes –
like we’re the ones dealin’.
I get up these black
gummed
concrete steps to school
awkward and self -
conscious
I yank this faded skirt with it’s unintended slit –
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnmand tired zipper, you
think I don’t know you watchin’ my ass -

Miss Henrich smiles, wrinkles her long nose
after six months, why
she still fall back to me
yeah that’s my heavy, sour stench –
my
mmmmmllhair
mmmmmmmmnlfeet
mmmmmmmmmmmmllarmpits

You best stop
all y’alls think you better
well whatchu think:
I know I ran out of perfume
last Saturday,
What of it.

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