How is it fair\u00a0
That women are\u00a0
At the end of\u00a0
Every\u00a0
Single\u00a0
Stare\u00a0
Every smirk, smile and glare\u00a0
A secret message\u00a0
A little grin\u00a0
To try to win\u00a0
The women idolized
As nothing more than a prize\u00a0
Stuck in my tracks\u00a0
The bus lurches forward\u00a0
And he sits next to me\u00a0
A pity plea\u00a0
He makes to me\u00a0
Lost his phone\u00a0
A new job interview\u00a0
He bombed\u00a0
Out of juvie\u00a0
Just a newbie
Tryin to get home\u00a0
Suspicious, I\u00a0
Took a skeptical eye\u00a0
In my proceedings\u00a0
Didn\u2019t make a difference\u00a0
He still stuck to me\u00a0
For the distance\u00a0
Like a leech\u00a0
Sucking out every drop\u00a0
Of saliva from my mouth\u00a0
The spit sputtering out\u00a0
My only line of defense\u00a0
Against his never ending comments\u00a0
It took every ounce of resistance\u00a0
Not to . . .\u00a0
not to what?\u00a0
I\u2019m stuck, he sits next to me
Scrutinizing every breath I breathe
Every word\u00a0
Which one would be my last?\u00a0
I wondered\u00a0
\u201cIf I wanted to hurt you,\u00a0
I would have done it by now\u201d\u00a0
He reassures\u00a0
He couldn\u2019t stop asking me\u00a0
If I was scared of him
I always said yes\u00a0
He was not deterred
Calling me a racist\u00a0
And yet his future lover\u00a0
I was stuck\u00a0
On this bus\u00a0
No way to take cover\u00a0
From his never ending questions\u00a0
Trying to get a reaction from me\u00a0
That he never wanted to hear\u00a0
Manipulative\u00a0
Insane\u00a0
We kept driving down that lane\u00a0
One hour and a half goes by
A rap he made\u00a0
Followed by a serenade\u00a0
He\u2019ll be famous one day\u00a0
Then I\u2019ll want to be his wife\u00a0
As I sat there listening\u00a0
The sweat glistening\u00a0
I could barely think\u00a0
Of anything but how to please him\u00a0
But nothing would appease him\u00a0
Not fake love\u00a0
Or blatant hate\u00a0
He wanted what he wanted\u00a0
Whatever my state\u00a0
And to this very date\u00a0
I still catch the blame\u00a0
From my parents and friends\u00a0
But my sobs didn\u2019t end\u00a0
For at least two hours\u00a0
From the moment I stepped off the bus\u00a0
To the several long showers\u00a0
But I couldn\u2019t get the saliva\u00a0
Back into my mouth\u00a0
Everyone just sees this\u00a0
Pathetic, little girl
Who couldn\u2019t get up\u00a0
To tell the bus driver
Call the cops\u00a0
They can\u2019t see how many times\u00a0
I thought those thoughts\u00a0
How many internal battles I fought\u00a0
Something was stolen that day\u00a0
A piece of me\u00a0
He sucked out\u00a0
But I still ride the bus\u00a0
No doubt\u00a0
Having flashbacks
With every side glance\u00a0
It doesn\u2019t matter\u00a0
What they think\u00a0
In the end\u00a0
It\u2019s just me\u00a0
In the \u201cpretty pink\u201d
Fighting battles\u00a0
With every wink\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
by Hannah Doherty How is it fair\u00a0That women are\u00a0At the end of\u00a0Every\u00a0Single\u00a0Stare\u00a0Every smirk, smile and glare\u00a0A secret message\u00a0A little grin\u00a0To try to win\u00a0The women idolizedAs nothing more than a prize\u00a0 Stuck in my tracks\u00a0The bus lurches forward\u00a0And he sits next to me\u00a0A pity plea\u00a0He makes to me\u00a0 Lost his phone\u00a0A new job interview\u00a0He bombed\u00a0Out of… <\/p>\n