i sit pretty in a bright yellow bus
watching cars pass by through a clouded window
they seem small, since my seat is high
perhaps to satisfy its vanity
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i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
sit pretty
i sit pretty in a bright yellow bus
watching cars pass by through a clouded window
they seem small, since my seat is high
perhaps to satisfy its vanity
