Bag lady (fabiola's version)

based on an erykah badu song

Bad lady (fabiola's version)

 

 

I watched this lady hop on the bus.

Who looked about my age.

With two bags on each hand.

Struggling to get on board,

And taing her money out.

Triyng to find somewhere to sit,

As she bumped n to people.

Everybody was staring at her,

Like she was a sideshow.

Giving her dirty looks,

And luaghing as she passed by.

No one did seem to help her.

Even with struggle written on her face.

When her stop came,

She hurdled her way to the front of the bus.

She got off by a clothing store,

And just stood there,

Looking at her reflection in the store window.

I watched her as she walked away,

Leaving her bags on the curb.

Not even turning back.

I know she didn't see me.

But I clapped for her as she walked away.

For I use to be her.

 

Reviews

[J. James Reider]

This is a very touching piece... It had a decent flow to it and it told a really good story.... fixing your typos will make the presentation alot better and easier to read. Good job!