I know who I am ! Am playing as a black girl who Sit quietly on bus 143 looking into the busy schedule of busy children setting off into their busy lives
I guess am gushed with the feeling of anger, put the tears say pop my pain away with the magical pill and the meowing will go away leaving me at peace
That tightens Into a fist It is a shrinking thing, like a raisin, like a too-tight tee, like finger that curl but have no other hand To hold them So they just end up bitting into themselves
When i was a little kid And i looked at the sky A little cat was running there And a small dog chasing it My favorite doll Waving hello The softest cloud Oh how i wanted to Hop right into it
But you My dear mate You stopped Looked a the sky And Just took picture of it Never really seeing How Alive it is
And i I am So mad at you Cause there is A picture of the sky In the small screen That I'm holding In my hands Too