A Morning of Hishchool
I am from ya levantate mija ya es tarde
From the getting the 70 pound blanket off
To stepping into the icy cold wooden floor in the morning
Dragging my feet as I approach what I call my Narnia wardrobe
Putting on my outfit
matching my clothes
Half yawning as I tie my shoes not once
...but twice
I check my phone and reply to those sweet heart warming “good morning” messages
To “ ma ya me voy”
Then with the ok mija
As I pet my dogs before leaving
As I walk past the street waiting for the green
Walking and walking as I finally get there
“The old one” the comfortable yet so crowded with many people
With office people in suits to me in a tee and jeans
Riding the rectangular object as It reaches 25 & Commercial
12 & and Imperial
As I murmur the voice over in the “transfer here to get the green line and the Blue Line towards the Convention Center”
Reaching Civic Center
I made it
Down I go as I walk through to get to school
Open the door “Good Morning”
Walk up the stairs and get ready to start class
Metal and metal as it clashes against each other, the bell ring ring
As the clock strikes 8:00am
Class has begun
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