"I don't wanna wait in vain for your love" Bob Marley sang sweetly in my ears
as I stepped onto the train and took a seat on the express train.
Dressed in
animal print flip flops with matching bag, shades, a denim dress and hot pink
wrap around, I fluffed my fro.
I began to take inventory of the other passengers.
I spied two woman, one in her 40s or 50s and the other in her 20s or 30s. They both looked bland and tired and wore a look as if they hated life. They were both a twinkie away from needing to call Jenny Craig.
They were both married. The older woman with a two simple gold bands one containing a beauitful cut diamond. A traditional ring. The kind I love. The younger girl wore a more modern ring of white gold. I didn't like it. I wondered if they loved their husbands.
My attention was averted when I felt eyes staring at me. A black skinned man in a striped shirt was staring at me. I rolled my eyes. He was well dressed but it's as if he had "I am
di shit, I am a pimp" written on
his forehead. I was not the least bit interested.
Was it my imagination or were signs popping up on all the men's foreheads? There was a younger fellow sitting beside him, tattoos, tims, fitted, beautiful frame, (I couldn't stop staring at his arms) his sign read, "I'm really a nice guy but I'm a little slow and a victim of
my surroundings" I chuckled to myself because he really DID look
like he was missing a chromosome. Lol
I spotted a dread. Dressed in windbreaker pants and a t-shirt. He had a huge backpack and wore glasses on his face. We locked eyes briefly then he turned away shyly and pulled out a book to read. (I couldn't see the title.) His sign read, "I think you're beautiful but I doubt you'll look at me twice because I'm plain and slim with no real muscle tone so I won't even bother." I looked at him a few seconds more but the trained stopped and filled with rush hour commuters. I leaned back resting my head on the wall behind me wondering what all these people I had analyzed were thinking of me at that same moment. I shrugged as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
I began to take inventory of the other passengers.
I spied two woman, one in her 40s or 50s and the other in her 20s or 30s. They both looked bland and tired and wore a look as if they hated life. They were both a twinkie away from needing to call Jenny Craig.
They were both married. The older woman with a two simple gold bands one containing a beauitful cut diamond. A traditional ring. The kind I love. The younger girl wore a more modern ring of white gold. I didn't like it. I wondered if they loved their husbands.
My attention was averted when I felt eyes staring at me. A black skinned man in a striped shirt was staring at me. I rolled my eyes. He was well dressed but it's as if he had "I am
di shit, I am a pimp" written on
his forehead. I was not the least bit interested.Was it my imagination or were signs popping up on all the men's foreheads? There was a younger fellow sitting beside him, tattoos, tims, fitted, beautiful frame, (I couldn't stop staring at his arms) his sign read, "I'm really a nice guy but I'm a little slow and a victim of
my surroundings" I chuckled to myself because he really DID look
like he was missing a chromosome. LolI spotted a dread. Dressed in windbreaker pants and a t-shirt. He had a huge backpack and wore glasses on his face. We locked eyes briefly then he turned away shyly and pulled out a book to read. (I couldn't see the title.) His sign read, "I think you're beautiful but I doubt you'll look at me twice because I'm plain and slim with no real muscle tone so I won't even bother." I looked at him a few seconds more but the trained stopped and filled with rush hour commuters. I leaned back resting my head on the wall behind me wondering what all these people I had analyzed were thinking of me at that same moment. I shrugged as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
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