The day before New Years Eve I went into the City. Finally, I thought.
At the first bus loop, it began. My day as an endless tirade of strange men latching onto me, telling me that “we have something special” and lashing me with race hatred. I don’t think that strangers talk here. I don’t think that my race is generally welcome in certain parts of town. People are surprised when I am friendly. Innocence and ignorance my shield and banner. Teach me so that I know to cry.
the first scary man