The big dirty yellow bus

Even though life was sometimes challenging, my life wasn’t any

different from some of the other kids I went to school with.

Some of them lost their mommas, just like I did.

Some were forced to live with relatives they didn’t know,

just like my sisters and me. Some of them got sexually

molested by uncles, cousins, or overly friendly neighbors, just like me.
So while I kept my secrets on that big dirty yellow bus back

and forth to middle school, some of the other kids on that same

big dirty yellow bus hid their secrets from the other kids on

that same big dirty yellow bus, just like me.