Upon a Young Lady's Spittle

Young Chinese lady

Dressed in fancy business attire

I would think she was an administrator

Mounting on the school steps so haughtily

So striking her confident stride

Upon passing, she pays not even a glance

But beyond, I hear her loudly spitting

An act so much louder

Than her silent airs of mock superiority

I watch my step as I dismount the flight of stairs