The Women Of The Marketplace Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The black market was clogged
By the preoccupied populace
And there as I sat
In front of a kiosk
On a badly-beaten russet chair
That creaked everytime
I passed kinetics and physics
As I fancy my lips ajar with cigarette,

I saw women
Going in and out of stores
With paper bags and lavish shoes
Sprawling, lingering upon
Their silken skin

And I noticed that there
Are two types of women:

Women who leave
Without closing doors

And

Women who slam
The doors upon their exit.