I wrote this poem at school for a project I did on the subway. I awesomely was trying to make the reader feel what it is like to ride the subway as an autistic kid.
Subway subculture asserting the stroll
I watch and try to look like another old soul
The trains trapping the wind
They slice through the air
What rights the people all nestled in their seats
What pounds them in a rhythm and repeats
I am oneness. I am different.
I am traveling.