Standing on the bus stop Friday night
With your young flyness
On your way to being fun and bubbly
With a few choice friends with money.
A coal black woman with a screaming mask face approaches you,
Yellow jaundice eyes take a long drink of you,
Dusty black lips crack and bleed as she smiles slowly,
Shows a mouth full of jagged corn-yellow baby teeth.
You stand there frozen while she laughs, raspy, hateful, and sorrowful,
Her breathe smelling like old shit.
You both spend the night trying to forget each other and yourselves at the end of a bottle.
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