Train Ride

the smell of heavy sulfur

permeated through the train station’s platform

it rises like grey smoke

from my Daddy’s hand carved pipe

soaked in a color

reminiscent to ebony splendor

i don’t belong here

but i’m here

open eyes lock onto me

like i have a gift for them

but silence is received

they hate the exchange

and return it to sender

with charged words

that i block out with my ear phones

but i  can tune out the world

when Paternity Court comes on…

7 stops are only a train ride away

when my episode comes on…

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– Much love, Esha