Race home

check the UV index on my watch

in the end, it's a botch

white skin, sunburned, no matter what

not used to being the odd one out

don't know what it's all about

do others spend this much time

thinking about race while they bide their time

the streets echo: you don't belong

even if it's not strong

in glances and confused stares

saying, what are you doing here

then the Karen gets on the bus

making some unhinged fuss

"it's not el bus"

thinking, she'll find friends with us

leaning forward, with clandestine care

feeling fear, not just rare