i grew up on main street surrounded by people that looked like me, melanin hands, gold jewelry, our mother tongues sweet and close enough...

She was running. Her feet pounded on the littered grey cement. Grey, just like the lines of her life - blurred, unfocused, gradation.

But then you look at him. Or her. A slight smile, tousled hair, and eyes lighting up the sun. All is well to end up with you.

1/30/17 Today I saw a stranger on the train. Chiseled, caramel, and content. He was wearing black shoes and black pants and a plaid shirt...