Detergent

I feel like
You'll learn more
About human nature
Sitting two seats
Across from someone
in a laundromat
Pegged by antiquity
Celing fan spinning
Machines roaring loud
Some people chatter
About the election
Others the war
Few remain silent
Talk about something
Pressure I feel
Am I alone?
I'm not trusted
In this corner
Writing this poem
Because I fail
To applaud Obama
Or dress poor
Or hair brown
Or skin dark
Or face wrinkled
They'll never know
I write about
Their whole existence
Inside this book
They never escape
But do I?