On the A train

Damp and crowded. whispers from the corners. She proclaimed “Dont you know you are a black girl.” I wonder who she is. Her whispers of a time when she was safe(R). “I am from the linege of the oppression in the empire of Africa.” I look for local. A way out. Leaving my sister whispering through her loudest.

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