"the weaver girl"
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she finds a seat on a monday morning,tired,cold and alone.
she's quite aware of the whispers that are coming from behind,
and of the malice stuck in the eyes of that girl,
the one that calls herself a christian.

& on the bus,she absorbs these glares without a care,
(she's the sort of person that looks like she can't stand the sight of spiders so,
what is it about her that reminds you of them)
she's breathing peace into the dust,drawing in the back
of her cherished art book--& everytime you get stuck in traffic you look across the aisle and you can see her eyes,
filling with fear
(you've always thought she was so beautiful)
and you've never really quite understood why
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(E.Ebony)