THE TALE OF LOOK C

As i started back to my apartment in an unsafe part of town i found myself glad to be getting back, i didn't walk back i took the bus or la wawa as some of us call it. I forgot this time of day everyone is coming home from work, wow it was really something to see that 97% of the bodies on the wawa were women coming from work dark skin women coming from work most of them were. I said to myself so we are the workforce of this country or is this indicative of the world. I thought to myself we the people, we the little people, we the ones off of whose backs the world is run. I thought of something i had read many many moons ago that the large is always built off of the small a simple example babies of all kinds become big ones eventually. Wow look at all the women.And of all things i heard myself say so where are the men don't they work? don't they ride the buses? another voice said not this time of day these are working bodies. I found myself not wanting to think about the little house i had just visited,not think about telling any of the wimmin about her, not think about moving from my apartment in an unsafe part of town, not think about all of the friends i had made in the hood, not think about the old women and yes men there who i think enjoyed some of the food i would make and bring them, not think about change, not think about anything nor anyone. I was so busy making sure i did not think that i missed my get off point and had to walk back 3 blocks, it really was OK it gave me another chance not to think.