Discrimination (Group 2D-05's Poetry Anthology)

by Dave

Sitting by myself on the backseat, minding my own business,

I look downwards, as they stare daggers at me.

Behind my back, they snigger at me loud enough, so that i can see, their rudeness.

I hang my head in disbelief, unable to project my voice, i grit my teeth.

I try to leave, but my legs; jelly

I want to show them, through my fists

The pain and grief

Of being sus in a bus