Tues 3/16 "Subway Series" Evening editon

I walk onto the train..Ledisi singing in my ears..I look around. It appears that EVERY single person is staring at me..WTF? I'm feeling totally self conscious. I look down at myself to see whats wrong..nothing that I can see..*shrug* I'm thinking.."damn, I knw I'm cute but shit..there ARE hotter chicks (not really) on this train. Wtf?" I look at the black chick to my right..she has a weave down 2 her butt..red lipstick..her outfit isn't terrible..but the shoes are hideous. Black chick number two on my left, titties out. Spandex..weave..looks like she's coming from the club rather than work..Across from me a tall African girl..beautiful face..but only to one who can recognize a true natural beauty..she looks like a student..jeans, sneakers, large bag..glasses.
I look around..ppl are still staring at  me..I look at my reflection in the window..my hair is in place..fresh wash n set so hair is flowing. Lol, no boogers in my nose. Burberry scarf, my trench is a lil wrinkly but I still look neat..perfectly manicured pale pink nails..dark slacks..my glasses are a lil crooked..4in heels..wtf are they staring at me? An old lady smiles at me..ummm.."Am I being punked?", I wonder. White girl by the other door sizes me up..I glare at her..Average white dude gives me approval nod. I roll my eyes in disgust...No thank u pinky! Lmfao..
These ppl r still staring. And I've been on this train for 25 minutes already.
Oh damn..*rolls eyes* homeboy from the hood is giving me the eye. Doors open and on walks hispanic/white girl with silver, platform, knee boots. Now they're staring at her. lol

*ding dong* thank u 4 riding the MTA..
(Photos by Peter Gutierrez..google him..his work is amazing)