Remnant of a rainbow
grown man yelling
picking a fight
Young girl jerking off
an even younger looking boy
This is what entails my MTA ride home today
while I place my head on my backpack like a sad lost puppy
waiting for someone to guide me home
I was the torrential downpour
tornado warning flashing on my phone.
And suddenly I am alone
pulling in slowly to the next and last stop on the four line
patiently awaiting for my three day weekend
Oh the celebration of a free country
where we can scream at grown folk and get nasty in public
where we can smoke a joint or silently await our fate
Thrown into the wildernesses like a new born baby out its mothers womb
close my eyes for a few seconds and the busy New York life has me surrounded
where we run to stand in line
to be first to be packed in like sardines
The world doesn't skip a beat and yet everyone's still rushing
here I am in the moment world at a glance
still shot frame by frame
I imagine the world
where people aren't touching me or staring me down like I owe them gambling dues
The man sitting in a corner with a cane stroking his beard
as the fluffy girl bounces off of me
and we're all screaming fuck you
But I'm from New York
& I wouldn't have it any other way
Author Bio:
Patricia Leonard is a 28-year-old writer from New York. She has recently been published in Three Rooms Press' anthology Maintenant 10. She writes poetry and creative non-fiction. Writing all her life, her words have transformed how she sees the world. Now finally sharing her work with the world, she is well received as a talented writer with a way with words. A natural star, she thrives before you.
grown man yelling
picking a fight
Young girl jerking off
an even younger looking boy
This is what entails my MTA ride home today
while I place my head on my backpack like a sad lost puppy
waiting for someone to guide me home
I was the torrential downpour
tornado warning flashing on my phone.
And suddenly I am alone
pulling in slowly to the next and last stop on the four line
patiently awaiting for my three day weekend
Oh the celebration of a free country
where we can scream at grown folk and get nasty in public
where we can smoke a joint or silently await our fate
Thrown into the wildernesses like a new born baby out its mothers womb
close my eyes for a few seconds and the busy New York life has me surrounded
where we run to stand in line
to be first to be packed in like sardines
The world doesn't skip a beat and yet everyone's still rushing
here I am in the moment world at a glance
still shot frame by frame
I imagine the world
where people aren't touching me or staring me down like I owe them gambling dues
The man sitting in a corner with a cane stroking his beard
as the fluffy girl bounces off of me
and we're all screaming fuck you
But I'm from New York
& I wouldn't have it any other way
Author Bio:
Patricia Leonard is a 28-year-old writer from New York. She has recently been published in Three Rooms Press' anthology Maintenant 10. She writes poetry and creative non-fiction. Writing all her life, her words have transformed how she sees the world. Now finally sharing her work with the world, she is well received as a talented writer with a way with words. A natural star, she thrives before you.
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