Sometimes you have to use your last dollar seventy-five for a ride.
Because sleeping on the bus is better than sleeping outside.
I don’t know how I got here, Lord knows I tried.
Fast food, grocery, coffee shops I applied.
I know my application was left on the side.
When you see me does it remind you of the economic class divide?
When you tell me “last stop” I could’ve cried.
Freezing on the street waiting for the next ride.
Because sleeping on the bus is better than sleeping outside.
Poem: WILLIS GILLIARD is a photographer born and raised in Saint Paul.
Art: LEANN E. JOHNSON has been creating art (illustration, graphic design, and tile art) for more than twenty years. A resident of Minneapolis, she has illustrated for publications like Saint Paul Almanac and The New York Times. For more information, visit her website: lea-way.com.
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