I tuck the pendant with six points and ten sides, under my crochet sweater,
Had sworn to never let the silver chain leave my skin
And I keep my promises.
Hiding away in the soft fabric lay a star ashamed, and
to dishonor it.
I let the passengers pass, and
Receive a vast glance from the officer
Who most definitely, due
To the obvious tuck-away, knew
I was hiding something...
He waltzes to my seat on the vacant bus,
Plants himself beside me, I
Watch his body language shift towards me, lay
Down his hands quite awkwardly
His knees now see,
Only the thin sides of my chain had shown
He indicates towards my shirt
"What you got there"
I put a stop to my blinking
Keep fixated on the ground
Lift my arms, allowing him to pat me down
After his hands search my sides,
And the only thing he finds
Two blue patterned tampons in my pockets
His face glows red
His eyeballs wide in their sockets
And I receive the sincerest of apologies.
I look around, admiring the loose and free crosses
Hung so proudly from passengers necks
Laughing my shame and tears away
None of their identities turned them to recks
Yet here I am.
My eyes glassy, a guilty nausea rising deep in my core
lift my chain, cleaning the small gems with precision
Ignore the streams from my eyes, the pointless cries for,
The only thing that I was hiding was my religion
I know not to do that anymore.