I left the school at 4 o’ clock
Fixed the class and cleaned up
I am so tired, ready to faint
From hunger and irritation
Well, it was my fault
One meeting, I showed
That I know how to
Dance with the computer
And from that day
“Ms.T, could you fix this?”
Well. I am patient
And I did it willingly
However, these past days
Have been utterly crazy
Had to report a child abuse case
And finished report cards
I was standing at the bus stop
Listening to my Ipod, oblivious
Soothing my tired and poor soul
Damn twenty waiting minutes
The bus came, crowded
Oh no!, another ride standing up
Then I noticed an old woman
In a rickety old wheelchair
She was big in size, dirty clothes
Her chair is too small for her
But I noticed her sadness
So deep that it hurt me too
The driver said “Move back”
And the lowered the bus for her
She struggled to push herself
But it was just too much
Nobody looked nor bothered
I said “What the F***?”
“I will do it myself!”
“Do you need help ma’am?”
“Yes, my child, thank you”
I pushed with all my strength
Remaining ounce as I may say
It was hard, but I had to
I had to since no one bothered
Or were they just apathetic?
Or too young, too vain to realize
That someday, they will be old too
It was difficult to maneuver her chair
I jokingly said to my head
“This is like parallel parking”
And then we made it, I was able to “park” her
Then I saw people stare at her
Disgusted and irritated
For she delayed their route
I saw again the sadness
I wanted to have a little chat
But I held back, I sensed
She needed silence
To save face, a little peace
Two stops and she had to get off
Again nobody cared to push her
I may have a hard shell
But I am a certified softie
I pushed her again
This time, it was easier
I thought of my grandmother
I felt like crying, missing her
The old lady thanked me
“God bless you, child”
I hopped back on the bus
Exhausted yet at peace
Then it happened, boom!
I sat down on an empty seat
Then a woman called out
“I just got up from that”
She ranted again
with her fake eyebrows
The big bad bitch came out
“So you want to sit here?!”
With her funny accent
She was surprised
And I didn’t back down
Her name is not on the seat
Rowdy middle school students
Shouted and hollered at the back
“She just pushed a wheelchair!”
“Give her the F***ng seat!”
That woman was humiliated
She had to moved back
I felt good, so good
Be a bitch, Ill be one too
New York has taught me
When to fight with claws
And to show compassion
When the city is apathetic
I got off the bus
Hey, I made a difference
I touched an old lady’s heart
Perhaps, I made her day
I made her smile again
Even for a second
Hope that New Yorkers
Are not at all so apathetic
