I was in a microbus.
I got on in Al-Mandara,
And was getting off in Miami.
A woman with a child sat next to me.
I made room for her,
And looked the other way.
She moved closer to me.
Where I was supposed to go?
Whenever I’d look around,
I’d find her looking at me.
Then I felt her leg touching mine.
“Is this really happening?”
I thought to myself.
Whenever I’d look at her,
I’d find her looking at me.
I was too scared to tell her “excuse me” or something.
People could think I was harassing her,
And give me a hard time.
I decided to get off.
“Excuse me,” I said.
But she made no response.
“I’m getting off.”
“You’re getting off already?”
“I can’t get through.”
“Is this not enough room for you?”
I still can’t believe this happened.