| ix. subway platform asked her a question : �whenever you talk about hip hop or neo-soul why do you make b-boy gestures? she hops on breath, ears red, eyes tunnel : that's like, asking, why you talk white? how do you react to that? ( my mind skips stop : �who said anything about race when eminem is "naturally" more street than me? ) before my tongue slowly breaks : i would forgive that person, still invite that person into my circle, and allow him to see the truth for himself. speech-less, she walks over to a bench. sits. unfolds her map; redirect her feelings. i let her be. say no more. too many minutes pass-- way too many pass-- damn, we're on the wrong platform. |