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The Ladies' Car on the Red Line

The Metro

47 different Khimar
1 sun hat
1 pair sunglasses
1 banana clip

The girls' club.
All in Hijab.
Yellow and Indigo and Blue and Purple and Violet and Green and Pink and Aqua.
Brown and black and white and lavender and turquoise and olive.

It's packed.
Door-to-door-and-side-to-side
Babies, girls, women, ladies.
The ladies' car.
Beautiful eyes everywhere -
each telling a different story.
Uninhibited laughter.

A baby
eating bread from her mother's hands.
An IPod -
in bubble wrap?

Fierce competition to get into the Ladies' car
elbows out and hips ready to bump.
If you don't get in immediately, the train will leave you
But you won't get left behind again.

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