If you prick me do I not avoid confrontation?

Am I not human?  Old woman, when you sit behind me on the bus and punch me with your tiny stone fists do I not act surprised?  Do I not cover up the pain with a smile because I don't speak Korean as you do? Do I not close the window because even though I don't know what you're saying, it seems reasonable that you might be asking me to close the window as it's open all the way and you might not like all that wind in your face?  Am I not disapointed when you hit me again with that fist that comes with so much mustard into my back for a woman of your age?  Do I not share your sense of failure when you finally give up on whatever point you were trying to make for the past five minutes and waive me away?

I do.  I'm telling you that I do, and that I am. 

Human that is.

You could be more like the couple that points so closely at my leg hair that they nudge it.  It's gentle at least.