The subway car was full to it's neck, every one of them in their various proportions, movement, swag, and each fluent in the language of it's anatomy.
There is the plum, the petite, lean and long, muscular and athletic, all carrying the dumbbell of a countenance that begs to be free.
Some are sexy and they know it.
They lord it too.
Others didn't really cared, and some never received the memo of their hotness.
Each mattered, or at least they think they do since they all have an opinion on the scales, and every one of them was occupying some form of space.
I traversed the length of the car with my gaze, and I saw something unique to all the faces, the same story was written over them.
Some of the font used right aligned, some left aligned, and others justified.
They are all begging to be free.
Hoping for some type of awakening, of the rude or civil order; either will suffice at this point.
Everyone of them wakes up each morning, adorning his or her face, and getting their swag on, just to run the errands of their emotion.
All have become subservient invisible subjects of a higher power.
Like minimum wage worker, they get used up and discarded at the demand of old age.
But then, i wonder why no one had ever spoken up against the injustice, or better still advice these minions of hope to stand up for themselves, and let their voice be heard.
So i stepped up to address and redress the deficit.
Public service announcement!!!
I hereby ask that every organ seize authority, make its own mark on the heart of purpose. That the hands write its best story on the back of history.
The mouth sing it's best song in the ears of time.
The mind muster it's best idea to the development of the world.
The legs travel to the best places nature could offer.
And that the heart find its way back in time, into eden where love was naked and not ashamed.
Let them all make their own decisions, because soon they will be left alone, below the earth, to make just one and final decision, rot.