Ebony and Ivory

EBONY and IVORY



Black men never fail to amaze me-especially in this city......As usual -i was doing my best today to make the train as I heard the announcer say, "watch out for the closing doors." Dag-I thought to myself. All I wanted to do was make it home by 8-to sit in my living room, eat my dinner, and watch Ugly Betty (okay I know that sounds really bad, but I seriously had a long day). Fortunately for me-it wasn't even two minutes later until another train pulled up. I'm pretty sure I yelled, "Thank God" out loud-because the lady next to me was looking at me like I was completely insane.

After being nearly beat up by people trying to get on and off the train, I finally found a seat.The lady sitting next to me was a pretty young white woman, she couldn't have been any older than 25. She was busily typing away on her apple notebook-like she had a message to get out to Bush himself. I shook my head, put my head back, and shut my eyes. I couldn't relax because I felt someone's eyes on me-staring at me. I opened my eyes to find a 30 something handsome dark skinned African man gazing in awe not at me-but at the white girl sitting next to me (ha-talk about a humbling moment). He looked her up and down and watched her every move. It's almost as if she knew he was watching, because she took out whatever was holding her hair up and began to shake her long brown hair with her eyes closed. She ran her fingers through it, rolled her neck, and then proceeded to take out her iPhone.I -on the other hand was watching like you've got to be kidding me....chick please!! (and no I wasn't hating..she was doing way to much.)



She never gave the man staring at her eye contact, but instead busied herself on her iPhone, constantly checking her brown leather bag, and crossing and uncrossing her legs. He continued to smile at her-while she continued to put on a show for him.When we approached 96th street- she quickly stood up (of course shaking her hair one last time) and walked off with the rest of the white people....never giving him the time of day. He turned around to look out the window as she walked down the platform-even stretching his neck to get a view. Finally-she was gone. He did this weird shrug thing with his shoulders and continued to read his book entitled; "The Autobiography of Malcolm X".Ironic right?

No not really....