Walking home,
a girl in an orange
of a shirt and long
bell-bottoms
with a small protuberant
***
turned around to look at me.
Her eyes were large,
and the way she looked at me
was a question almost:
Are you dangerous?
Maybe, she wasn't looking at me,
maybe the breeze kicked up,
and she just wanted to shield herself.
But I don't know,
something in the way
she looked at me,
The quick stoicism
of her large blue eyes,
shocked into a quick
heavy moment of recognition:
black guy.
hoodie.
black baggy pants.
the scowl.
I knew that soon her eyes
would wiggle out of there sockets
and dangle behind her
always looking back
even as she kept moving forward.
The illusion of moving forward.
I felt like the black guy
the news tells you about,
the one that's dangerous
to all lonely white females
at 9:00 at night,
as his tongue lolls
and his head wags.
Maybe,
I'm being too sensitive.
Maybe,
I'm being hypersensitive.
Why is it
that whenever I see a white female
walking towards me at night
I cross the street?
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 9:22 PM UTC
Walking home,
a girl in an orange
of a shirt and long
bell-bottoms
with a small protuberant
***
turned around to look at me.
Her eyes were large,
and the way she looked at me
was a question almost:
Are you dangerous?
Maybe, she wasn't looking at me,
maybe the breeze kicked up,
and she just wanted to shield herself.
But I don't know,
something in the way
she looked at me,
The quick stoicism
of her large blue eyes,
shocked into a quick
heavy moment of recognition:
black guy.
hoodie.
black baggy pants.
the scowl.
I knew that soon her eyes
would wiggle out of there sockets
and dangle behind her
always looking back
even as she kept moving forward.
The illusion of moving forward.
I felt like the black guy
the news tells you about,
the one that's dangerous
to all lonely white females
at 9:00 at night,
as his tongue lolls
and his head wags.
Maybe,
I'm being too sensitive.
Maybe,
I'm being hypersensitive.
Why is it
that whenever I see a white female
walking towards me at night
I cross the street?
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