that seat
Brenda, ally & sasha
I was on train.
It was Pouring down with rain.
I took a seat next to a middle aged man.
He had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes
His smile was joyful and happy, but his eyes told me otherwise.
An old woman walked in struggling to stand.
She gazed slowly around and her eyes stopped to focus on this man.
Her cruel wrinkled green eyes gazed right at him, clenched jaw
Her lips parted… “Get off that seat!”.
The man was left standing on his own two feet.
I wondered why he was chosen out of every passenger there,
I looked around, everyone else was fair.
I asked myself if this could really be the reason why
One old lady had the power to make him cry.
Was it really because he was of African descant?
How can people be racist to this extent?
Were all people made of muscle and bone.
Why should we be judged by our skin tone.
I stood up and said to the lady 'come take my seat.'
She looked at me strangely but got on her feet
The man sat down in his original spot
and gave me a smile saying thanks a lot.
It was Pouring down with rain.
I took a seat next to a middle aged man.
He had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes
His smile was joyful and happy, but his eyes told me otherwise.
An old woman walked in struggling to stand.
She gazed slowly around and her eyes stopped to focus on this man.
Her cruel wrinkled green eyes gazed right at him, clenched jaw
Her lips parted… “Get off that seat!”.
The man was left standing on his own two feet.
I wondered why he was chosen out of every passenger there,
I looked around, everyone else was fair.
I asked myself if this could really be the reason why
One old lady had the power to make him cry.
Was it really because he was of African descant?
How can people be racist to this extent?
Were all people made of muscle and bone.
Why should we be judged by our skin tone.
I stood up and said to the lady 'come take my seat.'
She looked at me strangely but got on her feet
The man sat down in his original spot
and gave me a smile saying thanks a lot.