The girl on the train

11pm on a Friday nightAnd I'm making my way homeI step on the train and look for a seatWhere I can be on my own Full to the brim from alcohol abuseI'm looking through hooded eyesI'm all too aware of my stateAnd it's something I cannot disguise I turn on my Ipod and search for a songto drown out all the other noiseWhen onto the train come a group of ladsWell I guess boys will be boys You stare out the window, keep your head downYou do not mean any harmWhy do they insist hurling insults at youWhen I would have used my charm Finally the boys take their leaveAfter trying to make you feel a foolWhere as my parting shot to the girl on the trainWas "Goodnight to you, beautiful".

— Millage, Nov 17, 2009

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Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Yes. So true. And

Yes. So true. And well-thought, written observation dear Millage. Yesterday at the vigil, we were talking and my friend who runs an immigration support network was talking to a young woman who said that it's important to reach out, many come from countries where one has learned to not look up into others' eyes, lest they be suspect and tortured, they have learned to blend in, become wallflowers in rooms where two eyes never meet. Thanks darling, don't know but this is where your poem took me. ~Anna "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

Millage

16 years 6 months ago

It takes some balls....

....to go against the trend these days. It's so much easier to say something nasty than something nice, so I am trying (albeit on my own as it appears sometimes) to reverse the trend. Thank you for your kind rating Anna, I am glad it said soemthing to you and I hope it did to 'the girl on the train' too! Much love Millage x