I Am An Urbanite Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am an urbanite.
Accessible and in full sight.
And comfortable I am waiting,
At a bustop.

Conversing with those who walk by me...
As sirens scream down streets.
While teenagers pass cussing each other out.
Some holding hands.
Some laughing about.

I see them textmessaging...
And shouting on cellphones.
Overnight I am a dinosaur...
Feeling more like a foreigner,
On a distant planet.
But very close to home.

I am an urbanite.
Accessible and in full sight.
And comfortable I am waiting,
At a bustop anticipating quiet and peace.
Holding onto my consciousness.
And praying it does not from me quickly drop.
Or suddenly be from me released.
Before these 'aliens' discover...
I'm clinging onto thoughts marinating with age.
In a process they will never experience.
And I am so thankful that I've got!
Yes...
I do feel saved!

I am an urbanite and overnight...
I've witnessed minds switched off like lights!
Or so it seems!
Something has disconnected,
From these creatures.
Affectionately remembered and called human 'beings'.

'Who da hell you starin' at?
Poppa fart! '

I am not here to dignify your ignorance!

'I am not here to dignify your ignorance.
LOLOLOLOLOL...
Ya'll hear that?
I'm glad I'm not no old fool! '