Random Fragments & Yellow Bus

Random fragments 

If only a smile could bring the promise of happiness. Instead it provides a temporary sigh of relaxation that disappears when you exhale. 

That breath teases you.

Previewing a moment of liberation then suffocating you once again with the constant abmush of trauma. 

She who has escaped the grasping hands of death who has lurked in their thoughts and invaded her mind. 

I feel my breath fighting to escape then retracting back to its creator. My soul, trapped in a functionless vessel.

The emptiness devours the noise. The noise that relentlessly pounds on every surface of the body. 

The body enters a dimension of oblivion. It creates permanent reminders that I exist as a conquest. Forever subjected to emptiness. 

The body. 

Slowly eroding. 

Into an abyss of nothingness. 

emptiness.

I surrender. 

Yellow Bus 

The white ajaanib wait outside for the yellow bus of death that takes innocent children to get brainwashed. 

The yellow bus carries drug dealers and child molesters. They'll take advantage of you just because you are a girl. At least that's what mama used to say. 

Don’t look them in their eyes. Don’t cross the street alone. Don't sit next to them. Don't ask them for help.

Rush inside to get ready. Stuff the books into the pink hello kitty backpack. Say salaam before you leave. Tie the mud stained white shoelaces. 

Wait at the red line. Wait for the yellow bus. Wait for the black doors to open. Wait for Yasmina to get on first. Never forget to say goodmorning to the white bus driver.

“ Good morning, how are you”. Always smile.

Don't sit next to them. Remember what mama said.