The train doors open and in swoops the different faces, people, races, religion or lack of it, languages, colors, lights;All of the lights...
The train doors open and I hear it... French, Arabic, Spanish, rap, rock, house, techno, mobile game sounds, Igbo, German, Accents, Russian,Yoruba, sports news, r&b, Chinese....
The train doors open in walks a woman with life beneath her belly;new life about 2 months shy of embracing this world, a man on d doors of death;time on d earth etched across his face...
The train doors open and SHE walks in beautiful, fair, dark ,mixed race, loud, sober, drunk, quiet, charming, inviting, annoying, fat, modeler, ugly, aged, checking me out, oblivious of my existence....
The train doors open and in HE rushes angry, delighted, tired, excited, nervous, jubilant, drunk, laughing with mates, deep in thought, listening to music, engrossed with his e-book.....
The train doors open and here I stand at the park, in school, few blocks from the club, across the theater, new city, same place, ready for church, wedding close-by, shops beckon, home calleth....
The train doors open I see my mates, my brother, my ex, my lover, my friend, , my fb crush, my professor, my cousin ,my twitter buddy...
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The train doors open.... you jump out leaving your box behind....the white lady who sat next to you wonders is there a torpedo, bomb, projectile, grenade, missile,explosive, ticker, mine..??
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