The 4 on my way home
By Astharte de los Santos, student, Center for Distance Learning
April 9, 2014
“The 4 on my way home”
Slowly, as we ride uptown, complexions tend to darken more.
While cashmere sweaters vanish.
The feel of a hard day’s work surrounds. Tiring your body as your eyelids shut.
I think is the only thing on your mind besides food.
Immigrant filled carts as crying babies chorus the metal screech, pants sagging down to fresh pair of kicks.
Can only bring one thought to your mind,