NOTE: this is a question prompt inspired by many.....Thanks
Why must they awkwardly stare as if i cant see their pupils filling the corner of their sockets?
I wonder if they see my halo shaped horns
How come the Asians in front of me stress over make-up that don’t really make them anymore American than Mexicans
"No Racial"
But
Do that little boy on the trice know his father is paying no attention to his childhood experience
Why must this path train smell worse than bums in alphabet city
Why must people stare at me
Do the guy beside me realize I’m writing a poem
Is he afraid what i might say about him and his talking timbs
Do the Russians in the corner really thank the Hindu believe they're from Liberia
Where the little boy on the trice
Has my ride come to a stop
Do the pretty lady in the front realize outside there's a storm
Why must they stare at my continuous hand movement across my keyboard
I wonder if the Dominicans parallel from know i understand everything they're saying
damn "ella es divertida, pero voy a buscar su bolso"
Should I respond with a simple "el no es mi tipo" before getting off to fuck their heads up
Why the hell is everyone looking at me
Am I having one of those moments where my thoughts aren't really thoughts but actual verbal communication
Where’s that little boy
Why is the father holding a empty trice
Why is everyone fucking staring at me
Who's the guy with the red bull
And lady with old school bandana
Since when the train became an athletic fitness club
Why is everyone staring at me????
Oh maybe its because my music can be heard throughout the whole cart
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