She was just done.

she was no hero.
she was just done.

exhausted from backbreaking work
bone-deep tired of her bowed neck
completely out of "yes, ma'am" and "yessir"

she never wanted praise for her inaction
she never sought fame
she didn't concern herself with the future
she was just done

so when that bus driver loomed yet again
and told her she didn't matter
her tiredness didn't matter
her "yes, ma'am" and "yessir" didn't matter
that she could obey all the rules but the rules would change at a whim
she was just done

and when a woman becomes an immovable object
the world ripples around her
like the unstoppable action of the ocean's waves