The struggle

Lips pursed to imprison the protest of a hot, sizzling afternoon under the sun
her....shoulders slouched, clothing stiff and matchless perhaps to symbolize the 'slaps' with a wooden stave at the bottom of a nearby trench

Her toes cringed from touching the road; hot and humid to give an illusion of a slipper that fit....just right...
She clutched the handle of an umbrella beside an electric post...waiting for her pick up...bus drop
with whom she'll negotiate a penny less of the actual cost
wouldn't mine being pulled in by the cop

Her eyes overflowed with "tears of the sun" yes the movie ...replaying the film through each gesture, squint, blink...

But, on the flip side, she has company....

Tall, dark, parched, llively, 'silly'...collectively they rewrote the pages of history:
neat row, clean shirt; no dirt, long pants that brushed his ankle revealing deep cracked heels...a
picture that hastily reminded the bulge of his left eye and chipped tooth!
"Sophia! Sophia !" the louder he said it the faster the crowd piled in warm seats.

..... this man....that woman....his cracked heels...

her cringed toes...her squint...his chipped tooth

"Kunta kinta"....."Coolie mudda"

Slavery.....Indentureship

i watched in oblivion out of the sun; through different lens

I respected their push, energy, necessity... to keep on keeping on

Their necessity.... to keep on... keeping on

keep on...keeping on(echoe)

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