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Whatchou lookin’at, bitch?

Whatchou lookin’at, bitch?

The curve of your nose. The smoothness of your dark skin. The funny print button down shirt that you have on. The red back pack sitting on your lap as your ass leans on the fire hydrant. I’m watching the angry words come out of your mouth in spitfuls. I’m watching the woman standing next you you. The gentle curl of her hair. The curve of her nose. Her hands are on her hips as she waits for me to pass by before she speaks to you. The angry expression on her face. I see that you too are waiting for me to pass by. Your hands are hidden underneath your red backpack. I’m not sure what they are doing there. I’m not sure what you two are doing there. Nor do I care.

That, is what I am looking at.

July 30, 2004, 6th and Howard, San Francisco