What Keeps The Edge On
Wrote this poem a while back to vent about an incident on the train that stuck with me for over a week. It’s a subway related poem, another one but also is about more than just that. Originally posted in February 2023.
What Keeps The Edge On
By: A.X. Bueno
It doesn’t come around too often but there’s always an occurrence once a while
A moment that reminds you why you stay on edge and they don’t understand why
Today that happened with some aggressive guy on the train
Reminding you of a somewhat familiar pattern as you felt his disdain
Disdain for you choosing to simply be there standing around
Sure you were standing in front of him while he was sitting in the train seat
But you got on first and were just trying to be chill
Taking in your surroundings and trying to mind your own business as you wait around
Just wanting to get to work with no issues as the train gets moving on it’s way
But then this jerk of a guy decides to try and get a rise out of you too early in the morning
And you act surprised because you thought that you were blending in fine
Just standing around, no distractions, being lost in your own thoughts and mind
But this jerk decides that he doesn’t like you being in his space
Though you were only standing there cause you didn’t want the seat he had to clean
And were doing your best to avoid looking him in the face
For people seem to misinterpret the expression or view of your eyes
It’s something you used to deal with more when you were younger
But still happens from time to time
Like now when this guy interprets your very presence there like some kind of crime
So he hurls insults and surface level labels to your face
All for having the nerve to stand and exist next to him in this crowded public space
He heatedly goes after your appearance and the way that you are to try and get you mad
You try to make it clear you were just trying to mind your own business and not do anything wrong
He still doesn’t care and just continues to shout and want you gone
When he escalates by saying he doesn’t want to get violent while still sitting down
You decide to move on your accord to not cause a subway style scene
And this guy, even after you moved away continues to talk about you
To whoever he’s talking to through headphones and screen
But not before having the audacity to shout “thank you” more than once
Viewing you as nothing more than a pale nuisance and dunce
You move again to get further away and get your own headphones on
A few stops later the jerk walks off the train and is finally gone
You still have more than a few stops to go
Before you can get to work and try to shake off this whole incident
But there’s something nagging at the back of your mind that you know won’t let this be
A couple of specific incidents like this that happened in the not distant past
Two happened on the sidewalk almost one after the other
When you were again going about your own business but were accosted by others
They made similar remarks but both were cowards who didn’t stick around to face you
That last one happened on the train but he didn’t stay either just said his piece and left
Still they went out of their ways to make you feel bad about yourself then run away
And now you’ve let this random aggravator spoil your day
Any normal person probably wouldn’t have bothered by this but you
You’ve always felt abnormal, out of place wherever you are and maybe they see
Even if you try to stay out of trouble with quietness and a mask of normalcy
Still you can’t help wonder if maybe that mask and your awareness are slipping
Despite others telling you that that was more on them than you
All you can think about is this unfortunate pattern with not much you can do
Except curse who you are making you stick out sometimes like a sore thumb
The worst part is no one around did anything or seemed even phased by what was going on back on the train
You’ve come to expect as much though
You’re not expecting people to come to your aid when it’s inconvenient or truly try to understand
All you can do is try to move on, mask up and as inconspicuous as you can
Because when there’s people around who seemingly hate you and what they perceive you to be
You have to be considerably more careful about any slippage of sincerity