SUBWAY SERIES ~The Angry "Others"

I stood on the platform in my large bubble coat, tapered @ the waist, my wild, curly hair peeking out from underneath my hood. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings, as is always the case when I'm lost in my music.


Bach's "Toccata und Fugue in D minor" played violently in my ears as I imagined a black and white scary movie with vampires and capes.

I was staring straight ahead barely noticing the couple walking towards me. I only became aware of them when I observed the girl (other) snatch the hand of her man (black). I raised a brow and smirked. I was not concerned about them but she seemed to NEED to make me see that she had this prized procession (a black man). She stopped not far from me directly in my line of vision.

Now, let's be clear, I'm pretty open to people dating whomever they are attracted to, but these "others", that think they are somehow better than me, annoy me.

The train was delayed and the platform grew increasingly more crowded.

My attention was back to my music and daydreaming.

I was distracted by her again as she tugged at his arm while trying to plant kisses all the while sneaking glances at me every few seconds.

He seemed annoyed and looked as if he wanted to swat her like a fly.

I'm thinking, "Doll, your man is ugly and a little on the fat side. Chile please, I'm NOT checkin' for him" lmao.

Finally the train arrives and she's forgotten until she tries to push past me onto the train. I stick my elbow out and look her up and down, daring her. Her man pushes her to the side and allows me to step onto the train. I smile a tight smile and say, “Thanks” as I walk past them.

I’m only riding for a few stops so I don’t sit. I stand by the door. I see the not so attractive boyfriend staring at me thru the reflection in the window. *Eyebrow raise* She (the girlfriend) seems to have an attitude now. The wicked little trouble maker in me takes over. I turn to face them. I look into his eyes, smile softly, and then turn away bashfully. I look down at my phone, press a few buttons and smile brilliantly as I look back up at him. He’s staring and cannot turn away. My stop is approaching and I hold his gaze for a few seconds, blink, and then turn to face the door. I chuckle to myself as I see his reflection still staring while the girlfriend tries frantically to get his attention.

The doors open and I walk out not before looking over my shoulder and winking. Lmao! The doors close and I wave to the girlfriend. She turns red as the train pulls away.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA

Subway Series ~Dreaded Joker Edition ~

 I stepped onto the crowded train. I’d had a long day and was looking forward to getting home and having my glass of red wine while going through the mail. Ledisi sang in my ears as I watched a woman have a conversation with her man while staring at me. Smh. 
I continued to watch the woman, who seemed to be having an in depth convo with her man, stare at me…and then I noticed...he kept looking over at me..I’m wondering if I’ve wiped off one of my eyebrows. I subconsciously look at my reflection in the window. I roll my eyes and avert my gaze thinking, “Fuckin’ weirdos”.  
I reach my transfer stop and scurry off of the express train to the waiting local. Sandwiched between two smelly men, I’m happy my train ride will be short. I look to my left and, over the sea of faces; I see the top of the head of a dread. Trying to see his face I’m ducking between people, tip toeing and staring. The guy next to him, who is obstructing my view, smiles. I roll my eyes and continue to try to see the man’s face. I frown thinking, “Of all the days for my x-ray vision NOT to work” lol 

I arrive at my stop and try to sneak another look and realize that he is getting off too. I push past the people in front of me trying to get closer. There is one person between us as I look him up and down from the back. His dreads are neatly braided going back and they reach his waist. He is about 6’2” with broad shoulders and slightly bowed legs. I imagine what that back would look like outside of his clothes.  He apparel leads me to believe he is a laborer or he’s coming from the gym. I watch as he walks, with a slight bop, down the stairs and leaves through the other side of the train station. I shake my head as if the erase the images that just flashed through my mind of us intertwined. I’m tempted to follow him. (I still haven’t seen his face) I decide it would be a better idea to go home and use the bathroom before I pee on myself.

The next day, my mind is elsewhere as I listen to my tunes and walk onto the train. A slow smile crosses my face as I spot a familiar head of braided dreads to my left. I take a seat and try to sneak a peek without being obvious. He was handsome. He resembled a lighter skin toned, younger Busta Rhymes. I noticed he was smiling too. I blushed slightly and turned away. I snuck another peek. His eyes were slightly red. He was still smiling. Hmm..I looked away. The train stopped, more people entered. I looked over. He was still smiling. He looked a little creepy. I looked away. I looked back. He was STILL smiling. He looked deranged. Why the hell is he STILL smiling? I averted my eyes and did not look again. Thinking to myself, this is what I get for chasing dreads. 


*ding dong* 
Thank you for riding the MTA