hoping, across the street (blogtober: day 7)

I'M IN DENIAL.
i hate clothing, basically. 
day 7 of blogtober is OOTD (outfit of the day) 
PROBLEM. but i'm a rebel. (problem solved.)
instead of looking at what i'm wearing, we're gonna talk about how people look at outsides appearances, instead of the inside worth. 
and whaddya know. it's a poem, too... BONUS!





i work downtown.

sometimes i have to walk down the street to run errands.

sometimes i run across the street.

a car stops.

i sprint so that i don't get in the way.

my braid flies over my shoulder

and there's a grin

where the wind whips my face

for just one second.

one second,

and i hope.

i hope that the people in the car don't see

a woman hurrying

across the street.

a well dressed lady

with a straight back

and perfect smile

and good communication skills

and "PLEASANT" stamped all over her

like a billboard ad.

i desperately hope that they don't see that.

i hope they see two braids instead of one.

bare feet instead of heeled boots.

comfy jeans and a dirty tanktop,

rather than the skirt-and-blouse look

that i loathe.

not makeup, but

the tan,

freckled

face of someone

who never grew up.

who never meant to grow up.

i hope they see not just another woman hurrying

across the street.

i hope, i desperately wish

that they see

me.

just me.

the little girl in woman's clothing.