Charming Stargirl.

The afternoon had not looked promising,
The rain just appeared to increase in volume,
Perhaps delaying, what seemed to be an yearly venture for the 38,

I look around with headphones in my ears,
Tuning out whatever else could possibly go around me, gossip perhaps?
I had not seemed to care,
Until of course I’ve come to notice,
That the crowd was fixated on something that stood near the South-East corner from my location,

I turned to look,
And instantly I was caught,
By the atrocious brightly colored clothing,
That seems to fumigate a neon glow,
Near ready to vomit, I had not cared to look further than I already had,

Once my migraine cleared,
I took courage to take another look at this source of “entertainment”,

She was a woman much older than I,
Light skinned and on the heavier side of the scale,
Her copper hair was up in a messy ponytail,
And she seemed overly enthusiastic about her medium sized cup of ice cream,
I tried looking away for a moment,
To find myself looking back at her as she threw her empty cup on the floor,

I was appalled,
But I didn’t understand which more to be disgusted at,
Her obnoxious clothing,
Her unflattering figure,
Her eating full fat ice cream,
Or her lack of mannerism,

I had taken out my headphones,
To find myself discover,
That the women had been spewing nonsense to herself,
Just as I was about to speculate a mental illness,
The bus had finally reached its destination,
And thank God, because I was awaiting a leave,

I had entered the bus,
And found myself a single seat-er by the window,
Something about the rain initiated a sense of peace,
And so I rested the left side of my face on the glass,

I watched people walk in,
And lastly as the woman came in with a grin,
She had skipped to the seat in front of me,
And I couldn’t help but role my eyes at her,

The bus started to travel,
And Just about everything seemed to amuse her,
It was as though she just discovered street lights and dim colors,
As new people started to load the bus,
She ranted as a puppy set on the loose,

And for some weird reason,
I started to smile as if I was watching a five year old child,
Something came over me;
A slight sense of fearlessness,
And I started to see things through her eyes,
A world I had not lived in for a long time,

People laughed at her,
Yet she had not seem to notice,
Or so I assumed…
Until she looked at everyone,
Met my eye’s—then looked back to the group of boys in front of her,
The mockery, the jokes, the humiliation;
Seemed to matter now,
And so she piped down quietly,
And sobbed so tenderly,
It shocked everyone,

I had not had time to offer my support,
The bus had already reached my stop,
Wide-eyed and teary I walked out the vehicle,
To a world that has grown accustomed to withholding love…
I hadn’t had much to say since then,
But remain speechless.