Vroom Vroom

The silent scream of the electric engine fights the will

Of the gas hogs filled in the parking lot.

The stares of the endless eyes seek to penetrate the car,

To erase the hundreds of scars they hold.

The fury that sits in their mind

Leave them to live in the blind.

They sit and stare and pester our minds with questions.

Yet it's not what the electric car is that badgers their mind mearley what it represents.

The fortunate or “wealthy”

Less than 1% of the people in the area are in the middle class

Their problems are like quicksand, bringing them deeper and deeper into problems

Once one of them was my mom.

My mom took the rotten old banana she was given and made banana bread

As their mind filled with horrid words to speak

They only needed to act.

Then they jabbed at us

Taking the only electric charging spot, acting as if this would undo all their problems.

Then the arguing started like the fall of the wall of berlin, only a matter of time.

Screams of hate speaking “ Car sucks, horrible patriot, dumb@34s”

Slice,Slice each jab deeper and deeper until they couldn't take it anymore

Their problems overwhelmed them into anger

They argue at us  who are better of

Mad that I was lucky to be born into a fortunate and rich family

Yet they were blind to see that my mom had done what they dreamed to be.