Invisible

Tue, 09/24/2013 - 02:47 -- wjory

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Entering the city bus

bodies and cultures collide

asking to sit

meets frowns

angry and shouting

spitting and gossiping

I fight for my seat

for my right to sit.

I'm covered in my

invisible diability cloak.

 

 

 

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