The conductor has rung out his usual announcement "All aboard!!?" I am, but not fully comfortable yet. As the chuga-chuga of the huge steel wheels take me towards my destination i ponder Wondering with my first real anylitical observation of the crowd why does this modern train hold such a palpable demonstration of that old-time-religion. No Not the one that hums and beats foot to hard wood fanning an overmade-up face but the underlying bad news of the Good Ol' Boy. How does transportation whisper about a situation occupation opression and ultimately segregation? The whites carelessly read they're "Business Reports" Holding their heads at no particular level yet still exuding some air While the "others" look on contemplating how to hold their heads in that same nonparticular way I frown at the absence of vehicle and suit amongst "the others" Until the sun gleams across my figure highlighting my hands neatly draped across my jeaned lap accentuating their blackness at that moment I notice the crick in my neck from trying to position my head correctly . . . For I too am on this train
_____________________________________ WITH CUZ (STACEY) GONE, I'LL NEVER REALLY BE HERE AGAIN
I swear I'm a marry an OKP
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