I'm sitting on the 6 train headed dowtown and from the corner of my eye I see a petite, Oriental woman. Her shiny, black hair slicked back in a conservative ponytail. Across from me is a tall, Oriental man donning wire rimmed glasses. He is standing next to a dark-haired, caucasian woman wearing birkenstock sandals. Her knee is touching a large, nicely dressed African American woman with a basket. Her basket is invading the space of a young African American boy who is eating a roast beef Subway sandwich. His sandwich sends an aroma across the nose of the two Indian women sitting next to him, who are dressed in deep, rich, earth tones.
Next to me sits a young adult male with black, curly hair that falls just below the bottom of his earlobe. From a superficial glance, he appears to be Latino with very light skin. To my left sits a thin, young, African American woman crossing her legs and bouncing her head to the beat of the tune jamming on her IPod.
My IPod gives accompaniment to my views with Michael Jackon's "Heal the World".
5 comments:
That is crazy. What a neat experience to get to live among so much diversity and so many different people. i love that. You forget living in Mesa, AZ that it exists. Very impressive writing by the way!
You should write novels! I would read them. I love your the new look of your blog.
Write a book!!!!!!!!!! And can I get a signed copy?! :)
What an insightful look into your world! I really enjoy reading your blog.
Do you wonder if others on the train were having a similar experience except you would have been the caucation girl listening to her ipod? I don't know why, but that is one of the first things I thought of. And that the boys hands were probably dirty and he was holding his sandwich. I know random
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