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what am I... if the mere color of my skin smears fear, suspicion and dread in the heads of perfect strangers...? what am I... if I feel the need to recede to a sanctuary within   my very own black skin allowing the familiar stranger sharing the elevator to exhale and set  her bundle of apprehension, perceived and imagined, aside for the ride...? what am I... if I instinctively hide my black eyes in the screens of iphones and ipads avoiding icontact when isolated with nervous strangers lest I inflate the balloon of anxiety to panicked proportions....? creating that space of comfort for all nervous strangers in my life becomes my obsession... and I switch lanes by night crossing to the other side of  streets with dim lights lest I collide head-on with trepidation personified in the eyes of perfect strangers... and I ditch the hoodie for a crew neck sweater by abercrombie and fitch lest some slug with a 9mm gun profile me as a **** and defy order, rhyme and reason to exercise his license to **** in the still of a rainy night in florida with no credible witness in sight... what am I...? ~ P (7/18/2013)
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
I Ain't Shit!...by Pablo
what am I... if the mere color of my skin smears fear, suspicion and dread in the heads of perfect strangers...? what am I... if I feel the need to recede to a sanctuary within   my very own black skin allowing the familiar stranger sharing the elevator to exhale and set  her bundle of apprehension, perceived and imagined, aside for the ride...? what am I... if I instinctively hide my black eyes in the screens of iphones and ipads avoiding icontact when isolated with nervous strangers lest I inflate the balloon of anxiety to panicked proportions....? creating that space of comfort for all nervous strangers in my life becomes my obsession... and I switch lanes by night crossing to the other side of  streets with dim lights lest I collide head-on with trepidation personified in the eyes of perfect strangers... and I ditch the hoodie for a crew neck sweater by abercrombie and fitch lest some slug with a 9mm gun profile me as a **** and defy order, rhyme and reason to exercise his license to **** in the still of a rainy night in florida with no credible witness in sight... what am I...? ~ P (7/18/2013)
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Guyanese
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
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