We measure time by cycle ages

Siting on a street bench
I observe the streets stench.
Dudes in jeans, slacks and tats
Collard shirts, suits and hats.

Nicotine sticks in abundance
Female bubble butts by the hundreds.
Surprisingly, daughters with mothers
Revealing what they are wearing under. 

Red panties worn with a skirt leaving them totally uncovered
By another, walking up the stairs to the train.

White is the new see through garment of the day.
Blessed be Ramadan, cause before I saw this all a different way.
None seem to wear their size anymore like overflowing trash
Whether office worker, street teen, or school girl with her class.

Little boy in skinny jeans getting screamed on by his mom
Embarrassment too familiar to the teen rocking his wrist charm.
Language of the young is elementary mixed with profanity
The future outlook is dismal cause no gifts are seen presently.

But suddenly, I see a sight that overjoyed my discomfort
A Muslim mother with her daughter happily pushing her stroller
Both in Al-Amira garb.
Then a sistah in Hijab and other in Shayla
With her daughter in the same, smiling as we left each others
Respective paths after hearing the universal calm
As Salaam Alaikum

Wa Alaikum Salaam.

Ramadan Mubarak!