Bus Stop * Willow Butler
Woman at the bus stop smiles, says “there’s nobody English anymore all black, brown, yellow.” Woman’s friends laugh, agree, ponder how my generation copes with all the colour. I feel sick. I say nothing.
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Bus Stop * Willow Butler
Woman at the bus stop smiles, says “there’s nobody English anymore all black, brown, yellow.” Woman’s friends laugh, agree, ponder how my generation copes with all the colour. I feel sick. I say nothing.
115