Oct 2013
Tick... tick... tick...
I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes
Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping that some
Kind car would
Stop completely while I
Try to cross that
Zebra crossing:
That less than ten metre-long line,
But obviously
No car does.
Every time I step towards those
Stripes,
The cars move forward
Intimidating me,
As if laughing...
Taunting
I step back again
And the driver zooms past,
Some give me
"That look"
I know
They're laughing
Inside their heads,
Some might be angry
Judging from that
Middle-finger man
I just need to cross this street,
This less than ten metre-long street,
Street...
Street...
Street...
Tick... tick... tick...*
I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes
I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes
Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping that some
Kind car would
Stop completely while I
Try to cross that
Zebra crossing:
That less than ten metre-long line,
But obviously
No car does.
Every time I step towards those
Stripes,
The cars move forward
Intimidating me,
As if laughing...
Taunting
I step back again
And the driver zooms past,
Some give me
"That look"
I know
They're laughing
Inside their heads,
Some might be angry
Judging from that
Middle-finger man
I just need to cross this street,
This less than ten metre-long street,
Street...
Street...
Street...
Tick... tick... tick...*
I've been standing for
Five
Whole minutes
