The Woman On The Bus by Diamondra Rakotomahefa
The Woman On The Bus
Before me, looking outside,
disappointing woman, beaten children,
the man next to, clenching,
burst out laughing in a discussion.
Bus stops with smoke,
the woman sighed, maintaining politeness,
an array of size, yet untamed,
the driver adheres and embellishes reality,
Hypocritical cries to the innocent,
forgive and already the tricks arise
the bag that open hiding the secret,
what a woman should get hooked.
Others take the dummy light,
night falls and fattens the ugly,
imprisoning place like a snake,
a woman you will not be hurt.
©2014 Diamondra Rakotomahefa
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